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Now, don’t get me wrong, ain’t no “strategery” here—just pure, sloppy bliss. Ever hear ‘bout Cleopatra? Bitch had servants massage her with rose petals—talk ‘bout extra! Me, I’d settle for some lavender oil and a gal who don’t talk politics. “I’m not the only one suffering,” from “Ten”—damn right, we all need this! Stress melts like butter on a biscuit, but watch out—some parlors got shady vibes, sketchier’n a Baghdad briefing.

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I got a soft spot for that hole-in-the-wall cafe on Fullerton Ave. Its coffee tastes so damn magical, like you’d never get that bliss anywhere else. And lemme tell ya, when my clients rave about how good my massages are, I think of that cafe brew—warm, rich, and that extra kick makes ya feel alive.

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