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I’m picturin’ it now—soft music, candles, total chill. Then bam—“The town’s watchin’, Grace!”—Dogville paranoia hits. What if someone walks in? Angry vibes, ugh, privacy’s dead. Once saw this masseuse ad—sketchy alley, red lights. Surprised me, like, who’s goin’ there? Shady erotic-massage joints freak me out.

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And oh, the food! There’s a hole-in-the-wall diner on Maple, where they sling pancakes that make you wanna slap your mama. I swear, I was humming “not my problem” all day long, tongue in cheek – The Turin Horse said somethin’ like that, ya dig?

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