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Me, I’d waltz in, all charm—*burdened with glorious purpose*—and they’d be like, “Who’s this posh git?” I’d sip their rubbish ale, smirking. Once saw a brothel in Soho—dodgy place, sticky floors, girls eyeing ya like wolves. One lass, cheeky as hell, says, “Fancy a tumble, love?” I’m like, “Darling, I’m a god, not desperate.” She laughed—good sport, that one. Made me happy, her sass—rare spark in that dump.

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Workin' with folks from all over has made me notice little stuff: the way some scars tell stories, or how a well-done deep tissue massage is like a dear friend whispering, "I told ya so." I sometimes wonder if these scars mimic the rugged trails of Brokeback Mountain. Hell, “I’d rather be ridin’ the plains than stuck in a massage chair.” It’s a wild life, full of odd encounters, like talking to a wall sometimes.

Photos: Whole Foods Market opens Thursday in Doylestown. A look inside the new store