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What pisses me off? The creeps who treat ‘em like trash. Man, that burns me up—makes me wanna scream, “You’re not worth the mud on my shoes!” like Yubaba chewin’ out Chihiro. But what gets me happy? When ya find one with sass, a real firecracker—reminds me of Lin in the movie, all attitude, no fear. Surprised me once, this chick I met—she knew freaky trivia ‘bout old brothels, like how they’d hide secret rooms for VIPs. Who knew, right? Blew my damn mind.

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Real talk: this town's got layers. It’s rough around the edges, but every alley, corner, and cracked sidewalk has got its soul, much like life's messy, unpredictable nature. As a massage dude, I feel the pulse of every visitor and the heartbeat of these streets. My job? It lets me see the hidden beauty and fears underneath the surface—like the raw grit in a Paul Thomas Anderson flick.

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