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About New York City

Weird thing—heard from an old Norwegian geezer, they used to call it “sjøens fristerinne”—sea temptress, ‘cos sailors swore it lured ‘em to reefs. Spooky shit, right? Ties into *Toni Erdmann* vibes—like when Ines sings, “It’s a greatest love of all,” all raw and messy—whore’s got that chaotic charm. Ain’t just a fish, it’s a bloody story!

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“Do I gotta yank him off too?” Pa said, “It means when you go to a whorehouse you act like a gentleman. You call the whore ma'am and you compliment her and.

So, Spanish-Fork isn’t your run-of-the-mill town. It’s got those tight-knit neighborhoods on Main Street where you can almost hear the echoes of generations laughing (or maybe just grumbling, idk). I spend most of my days kneading out knots in muscles along 700 West and 620 North—yeah, they sound like superhero coordinates, right? Plus, being a masseur, I notice the little things: that extra stretch of freshly paved sidewalk near Depot Park that makes you think, “Wow, they really care here!” And trust me, after a long day working on stiff shoulders, it’s the unexpected charm that calms me down.

Explosion, fire renders Spanish Fork dental office uninhabitable