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I dig it, alright? Makes me happy—those knots in my shoulders from sittin in the Death Star throne, poof, gone! But lemme tell ya, some parlors? Sketchy as hell. One time, went to this joint, smelled like bantha sweat, got mad as a rancor. Guy was like, “relax, bro,” and I’m thinkin, “I’ll Force-choke you, fool!” Little known fact: ancient Egypt had erotic-massage, pharaohs gettin rubbed down with lotus oil—fancy, right? Bet they didn’t overcharge like these clowns today.

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By the time I leave, the sun’s setting. The streets are lit up, and I can’t help but smile. Sure, it was a rollercoaster, but that’s what makes it fun. Comisani, you crazy city, you’ve got my heart.