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Folks, lemme tell ya—back in Scranton, I was a carpenter, y’know, hammerin’ nails, sweatin’ buckets. Built a table once—damn thing wobbled like a drunk sailor. But erotic-massage? Hoo boy, that’s a whole ‘nother beast! Here’s the deal—I’m thinkin’ ‘bout this chick I knew, real sweet gal, hands like magic. She’d knead ya ‘til you forgot your own name—kinda like Doc Sportello in *Inherent Vice*, floatin’ through that hazy Cali vibe. “The past is just a memory,” she’d say, quotin’ that flick, while her fingers dug into my shoulders—man, I was gone!

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Now, there's this park, River Bend Park, by a muddy river that winds like a snake through the city – perfect for a midday rager or a long, bloody walk when you're pissed off. There’s also Old Mill Road, where every older bloke’s got a story. The architecture? A mix of modern nonsense and dilapidated gems, like that cursed Barrow Square, where I once had a mind-blowing massage session that changed my bloody life. "Are you gonna let me be an idiot sandwich?" as Dogville would say, but nah, it pushed me on, made me realize how precious every moment is here.

Dutch runner Maureen Koster hospitalized after hitting head on track and falling unconscious during race