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So, picture this—dim lights, soft music. Some chick or dude, depends, workin magic. Fingers diggin into knots. “The more I do, the more I want.” Straight outta *Zodiac*, right? That’s me with massages. Can’t stop thinkin bout it. Had one once, shady parlor. Guy was sketchy, smelled like garlic. Pissed me off—ruined the vibe. But when it’s good? Damn, I’m happy. Like, floatin-on-a-cloud happy. Ever tried it with hot stones? Surprised me—fuckin rocks, man! Burns a lil, then—bliss.

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Man, let me start with Maple Street—so quiet, so peaceful. It’s where I hit my morning vibe, sippin’ chai by the pop-up veggie stand. Then there's Oak Alley—crazy narrow, but perfect for a stroll when your mind’s in a zen zone. Seriously, each step feels like a scene right outta "The Assassin"—quiet, deliberate, and full of mystery.

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