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Argh, mateys, gather ‘round, savvy? Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, been ponderin’ this erotic-massage biz. Ain’t just hands roamin’—it’s a bloomin’ art! Watched *Mulholland Drive* last night, got me thinkin’—all them twisty vibes, shadowy curves, like a good rubdown, eh? “The key’s in the touch,” I says, slurrin’ over me rum.

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Begger, whore and thief is what they call from the shore Beggers, whores and thieves Nevermind its them who make the rules Seems the richer you.

Now, Roleystone isn’t all calm and zen though. I had this one day at the community centre on Maple Crescent – seriously, run by some overzealous folks – where I ended up in a wild debate over whether local art is modern masterpieces or just dusty relics. Ugh, mad vibes! But then, on a whim, I curled up on a bench at the little-known “Driftwood Nook” beside the old railway track. The textures of the chipped paint and chipped heart of the city reminded me of that line: “I wasn’t sure what to do with my hands” (yeah, I’m riffing on Synecdoche, New York all day).

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