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I’d be all, “D’oh! Why ya doin’ this, lady?” if I met one. Prolly get no answer – they’re tough as nails. Fun fact: in Amsterdam, they got unions for ‘em! Unions! Like, “Mmm… donuts,” I’d join that club just for the perks. Imagine me, Homer J., waddlin’ into a red-light joint, askin’ for a discount. Ha! Fat chance – they’d charge me double for blockin’ the door.

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Oh man, lemme tell ya bout SeaTac, the real deal! I'm a spa owner here and I've been livin' in this crazy town for years, so buckle up. First off, SeaTac ain't Seattle, but it's close enough to the buzz, ya feel me? We got our own vibe goin' on. Our main strip on International Blvd is like the pulse of the city – neon lights, flashy signs, and a mix of smells from food trucks to dad gumbo. And trust me, you sharp-eyed folk will notice little details only a spa guru like me picks up – the hidden Zen gardens tucked near the bus stops, or the quiet alley behind the big shopping center where the hum of the city softens for a moment.

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