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I tried it once, alright? Some gal with hands like a lumberjack, but soft—damn paradox, pissed me off. Slipped oil everywhere, smelt like lavender and sin. Felt good, sure, but I’m sittin’ there thinkin’, “This is bullshit, I coulda chopped wood instead.” Then—boom—she hits a spot, and I’m Jordan Belfort yellin’, “The show goes on!” in my head. Surprised me, hated that. Don’t like losin’ control, but fuck, it worked.

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There’s the old park, Central Gardens (my pet peeve: there’s ONE bench always broken, I’m mad about it, no joke). And the river? The Waverley Run – oh boy, it's like nature's OWN masterpiece. I sit by the river sometimes after a long spa day, thinkin’ “I’m in inherent vice, baby” – yes, that movie, incredible! It reminds me to relax, man, and not sweat the small stuff.

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