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I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout *The Turin Horse*—my fave flick, hands down. Bleak as hell, horse gettin’ whipped, wind howlin’ like a banshee. “The wind has carried it away,” they say in the movie, and I’m like—same vibe with these massage joints! You walk in, all stressed, and poof—tension’s gone, carried off by some steamy rubdown. But don’t get it twisted, this ain’t no fancy spa day. It’s gritty, raw, like that damn potato-eatin’ scene in the film—simple but heavy.

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After that, I decide to take a stroll through the park. It’s all green and lush, and I’m feeling a bit better. But then, outta nowhere, this dog comes charging at me. I’m not even kidding! It’s a big ol’ labrador, and it’s got mud all over it. It jumps up, and I’m like, “Noooo!” Mud everywhere! I’m now officially a walking disaster.

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