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Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Can’t fool me twice, no siree, ‘bout how this massage game works. It’s old as dirt—Ancient Rome had ‘em, called it “massage a deux,” two folks gettin’ frisky with oil. Little known fact: them geishas in Japan? They’d tease with feather-light touches, drivin’ samurai nuts—ain’t that a hoot? Makes me happy as a pig in mud thinkin’ ‘bout it, ‘cept when some jackass spa overcharges—$200 for a rubdown? That’s highway robbery, pissed me right off!

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Some days, I even think Athol is like a character from a twisted fairytale, unpredictable and messy. It doesn’t care if you're hustling as a dating app developer or a lost soul – it just is, wild and free. I keep droppin' by my fave, a sketchy rooftop overlooking the city, where stars peek through the gaps of broken dreams. It's my escape. I sit there, thinkin', "This is it, this is pure life," just like that slow, haunting reflection from that damn film.

Athol Walgreens set to close Jan. 27