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So, picture this—I’m at this bougie spa, right? Dim lights, candles, the WORKS. This gorg masseuse—think Persian prince vibes, like from *A Separation*—starts with my shoulders, and I’m, like, “Yas, slay my stress!” But then, he’s all slow and teasing, and I’m like, “Bro, speed it up!”—but also, don’t, ‘cause it’s HOT. The tension? Chef’s kiss. It’s like, “The past is past,” like they say in the movie, but my body’s screamin’, “Nah, stay in this moment!” I was legit mad at first—why so slow?—but then? HAPPY AF. Tingles everywhere.

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The masseuse was hardly using any strength to do a massage and worse of all she also turn the aircon on high that I was literally freezing. I asked her why we.

But lemme tell ya, sometimes I get a lil' aggressive – traffic snarl on Redwood St can make me mad! Cars honking like dogs in a bag, I be like “NO, VERY NICE!” I nearly collapse, but my spirit soothes me, reminds me, "Silence, caché!"

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