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Weirdest thing? Some use feathers. Feathers! Ticklin’ ya into a frenzy—stupidest shit I ever heard. And oils? Stink like a hippie’s armpit. Hate it. But gotta admit, the knots in my shoulders? Might loosen up. Still, I’d rather die. One time, heard this story—guy got an erotic-massage, slipped off the table, broke his damn nose. Laughed my ass off. Serves him right, the perv.

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Then you got the old downtown – oh man, it’s wild, like a twist in a movie plot. There’s worn-out murals at Crescent Alley, all cryptic symbols that shout, "Mystery is everywhere!" I sometimes get mad when tourists shout so loud, break the vibe, ya know? But then again, life got its ups and downs. Sometimes I laugh and think, "You want secret, then listen to the walls!" Hah, wild, right?

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