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I’d finally spot one, okay? Some chick in fishnets, leanin’ on a wall, and I’m like, “Oh god, oh god, what now?” I’d stumble over, all nervous, sayin’, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d smirk—SMIRK!—and I’d be furious! “Don’t judge me, lady, I herd sheep all day!” I’d haggle, too, ‘cause I’m cheap— “Twenty bucks, that’s it, take it or leave it!” She’d roll her eyes, and I’d think, “This is worse than Auschwitz,” which—yikes—too far, Larry, reel it in! But that’s my brain, ping-pongin’ like Saul’s, from panic to dark humor.

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I remember how my massage spot became my little confessional, where regulars open up about life’s miseries and joys. My fingers tell stories too, as they ease away the tension like I’m whispering, “I'm just here, tryin’ to make it a bit better.” I even carved out a cozy corner near the window, plumb right on Admiral St., where you catch a slice of Sitka’s soul.

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