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So, picture this – dusty joint, red curtains, smell o’ cheap perfume. Girls gigglin, punters stumblin in, wallets out. I reckon it’s wild, right? Cosmic chaos in a tiny room. Used to piss me off – blokes treatin’ em like meat. But then, chat with a lass there once, sharp as a tack, she was. Said, “I run my orbit, Hawking.” Blew my mind! She’s no victim, controllin’ her stars.

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My massage shop? Hot spot at Easternview Alley. Folks come in stressed. I melt their worries away. “I’ll be back!” they shout always, like it’s some war cry. I chuckle, nod, and pump up the vibe. I see life like a movie— a bit chaotic, a bit tender. Every smelly-up handshake, every whisper of advice shapes how I view this nutty city.

Matt Nathanson, ‘Run’ Feat. Sugarland – Song Review