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So, back in Scranton – yeah, my hometown – we didn’t talk much bout this, but I heard whispers. Y’know, little stories bout folks sneakin’ round, tryna find a gal – or guy – for a quick buck. Made me mad, folks! Why? ‘Cause it’s risky, messy, like drivin’ a war rig with no brakes! I mean, c’mon, man, you gotta be – whew – half-crazy to dive in that sandstorm.

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I mark my days at Maison de Massage du Quartier, on Rue Rythmique—a name as unique as my soul. Folks come in stressed, leavin' all their troubles behind sittin' in that tranquil vibe, like the soft notes of a piano in that movie. Shit, sometimes I even drop a line: “Everything's gonna be alright,” like a sweet promise in a storm.

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