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I remember this one time, right, back in ’98, some underground spot in LA, they had this massage joint—secret menu type shit. Little known fact: them old-school cats used lavender oil mixed with somethin’ spicy, like cayenne, to wake ya nerves up! Shit was wild, made my skin tingle like I’m high on life. Got me thinkin’, “Man, this is forgiveness in a touch,” straight outta “Dogville” vibes—pain and pleasure mixin’ like a dope beat. I was happy as fuck, floatin’ on cloud nine, but then this one chick pressed too hard—damn near snapped my spine! Pissed me off, yo, I’m like, “Ease up, homie, I ain’t a pretzel!”

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I love strolling down Halsted sometimes in the early morning. The city literally wakes up then. It makes me happy, ya know? My spa even hides some zen-factors there. But then, off in a blink, you stumble on grumpy spots. Like, one time, I got mad when some punk trashed the lawn of our communal garden. Unacceptable, mate. Really got me thinking: “What have we become?”

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