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So, lemme tell ya ‘bout this one time—Homer’s outta town, prob’ly eatin’ donuts somewhere dumb. I’m bored, right? Walkin’ down by the tracks—ooh, shady!—and I see this gal, all fishnets and lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. I’m like, “Hmm… she’s workin’ it!” Reminds me of Varda’s gleaners, pickin’ through life’s leftovers. She catches me starin’—awkward!—and yells, “What’s your deal, lady?” I’m all flustered, mutterin’, “Just admirin’ your hustle, hon!”

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Back to my tale, my massage life’s intertwined here. Channels body and soul, yes. Folks trust you, secrets pass as softly as whispered confessions. "In the realm of the mind, suspicion breeds fear," hmm, that’s wisdom, it is. I laugh, I cry, emotion floods.

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