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Still, shit’s chill. Calms folks down, gets ‘em loose. I dig it—lowkey jealous, I need a massage. My back’s fucked from sittin’, starin’ at cams all day. Maybe I’ll book one, tell ‘em, “Make it erotic, but not TOO erotic, fam.” Gotta keep it profesh, y’feel? Anyway, erotic-massage—dope hustle, weirdly pure, like gleaners pickin’ through life’s mess. “We’re not the bosses,” Varda’d say—they ain’t, but they runnin’ it. Respect.

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Now lemme hit ya with a little secret: I once took a midnight stroll near the abandoned rail yard on Route 12. The place was eerie but epic, like something straight outta "Inglourious Basterds." Sam, a local skate whiz, told me, "I pity the fool who ain't seen that glow at night!" And damn, it left me speechless (almost, not really but ya get me).

Planned turnaround ongoing at Phillips 66's Wood River refinery, IIR says