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My favorite flick, *Requiem for a Dream*, fits perfect. That spiral, man, that’s them. Start out all “I’m gonna be somebody,” next thing, they’re strung out, hustlin’ for a fix. Breaks my heart, but what can I do? I ain’t no saint. I call one up, she’s all business, “30 minutes, 200 bucks.” I’m thinkin’, “Fuck, that’s a steal!” – sarcasm, obvi. She shows up, smells like cheap perfume and regret, and I’m like, “Gabagool? Ova here!” just to break the ice. She don’t laugh. Tough crowd.

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I'm a masseur, bro, so I notice tension in more ways than one. The warm sun, the cool breeze – it's like my hands read the city's soul. My clients always say, “Dude, your touch is magic!” And I be like, “They ain't seen it yet!” 'Cause every day in Cordova, I get a feel for life, the highs and the lows.

Farewell to the Cordova Rose Lodge