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Me? I’d say it’s like *Far From Heaven*—yep, my fave flick, Todd Haynes, 2002. That movie’s all repressed vibes and secret heat, right? Sexual-massage is that too—hidden passion bubblin’ under the surface. “I’m going to make everything all right,” Cathy whispers in the film, and damn, ain’t that what a good masseuse says with their hands? Slidin’ over yer back, kneadin’ knots, makin’ ya forget the world’s crap. Gets me all tingly, I swear—happy as a fox in a henhouse!

At The Close Of Ramadan, Reflecting On This Sojourn Of Restraint And Spiritual Self-Help

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There's this park called River Run Park along the Clearcut River—it flows like life's chaos, tumbling by the worn-out but strangely beautiful rail bridge on Maple Ave. You see it? Yeah, that's where I once found a stray kitten during a thunderstorm while walking my thoughts away from work. Crazy, I know!

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