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Oh, and the oils—lavender, ylang-ylang, whatever—smell like heaven, hit ya deep. Surprised me how it’s not just touch, but scent too—like, “The world’s gone to hell,” but here’s this calm bubble. Kinda like *Children of Men*, where hope’s rare, y’know? “Keep it safe, Theo!”—that’s me guardin’ my chill after a session.

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I spend a lot of my days winding through Rendezvous Park. The park’s got this gnarly, old oak tree where I once sat and thought about life. I remember this one rainy day, soaking wet, and I spent an hour there, just thinking, “What’s the point?!” But then the rain stopped and oh boy, the colors exploded, just like in that movie. It’s really, really something when nature goes bonkers.

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