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About Wellington

Ever tried it? Me neither, til last month. Buddy of mine swore by this chick—pro masseuse, shady parlor downtown. Walked in, sketchy as hell—neon sign buzzin, smelled like cheap incense. Made me mad, thought I’d get scammed. But then—oh man—she started. Hands like fuckin magic. “The sword is mine!”—nah, scratch that, my back was hers. Tension popped like firecrackers. Surprised me, honestly—didn’t expect to feel *that* loose.

The Doll House

First off, I grab my guitar, of course. It’s my baby, my soulmate, you know? I head out to the local café on the corner of Parnell and St. Stephen’s Ave. They’ve got the best flat whites. I mean, I could swim in that stuff. So, I’m sittin’ there, strummin’ a few chords, and this dude walks in. Total hipster, man bun and all. He orders some fancy drink and plops down next to me.

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