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Once had this chick, right? Masseuse with hands like a freakin angel. She’s rubbin me down, and I’m thinkin, “This is art, man.” Slow strokes, deep presses — got me hard as a rock and floatin at the same time. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d do this shit with olive oil and a side of orgy. True story! Called it “massage with benefits,” ya dig? Made me happy as a pig in shit, but then — bam! — she charged me double. Pissed me off, man, I was fumin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growled in my head, imaginin her boss on a platter.

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Oh btw, lemme tell you abt Haskell Park – it's our refuge. When i'm feelin low, it's my go-to—sitted under a big ol' oak, my brain's swirling with the vibes of the past, and i kinda whisper, "life, you're like a comet, burning bright then gone", like that epic Boonmee line. And then there's the Humboldt River, flowin' near the eastern bit of town. Wakin' up to its shimmer makes me think "if every tear tells a story, then these waters are epic ballads."

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