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Oh, and the smells—oil, sweat, maybe lavender if they’re fancy. Hits ya nose like a memory ya can’t place. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “Hannibal, you sick bastard, why’s this so good?” Cuz it’s primal, Clarice—skin on skin, no bullshit. But don’t get it twisted—not all parlors are legit. Some are fronts—shady as hell, cops bustin’ in mid-rub. Saw it once, fuckin’ hilarious—dude in a towel sprintin’ down the street!

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Get to the shop, and it’s already a madhouse. Customers lined up like it’s Black Friday or somethin’. I’m slicin’ and dicin’, tryin’ to keep up. Old Mrs. Silva comes in, bless her heart. She’s always askin’ for the best cuts. “I need somethin’ special for dinner!” she says. I’m like, “Lady, it’s just meat!” But I love her. She’s a regular, and she always brings me cookies.

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