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I scoop her up, right, all smooth-like. “Come with me, darling,” I purr, Bond-style. She’s shakin’, not stirred, ha! Smelled like wet socks and despair—vets know that stench. Took her to my clinic, thinkin’, *Christ, this one’s a fighter*. Reminded me of Ida again—“life is a shadow,” y’know? Gave her a bath, fleas jumpin’ ship like traitors in MI6. Pissed me off, those bugs—tiny bastards suckin’ her dry.

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There are now dozens of wristbands at Coachella in a rainbow of colors, many with an RFID chip that must be scanned before you can enter the festival and/or.

Now, lemme share a lil' somethin'. As a masseur, I see y’all's hidden tensions. I patch up the stress from long, dusty work days and those festival crowds that roll in like a wild tidal wave to the downtown, near Main Street. People come in so knotted – reminds me of that oddness in Mulholland Drive: "Silence is the only friend that never betrays." Dang, when I work with 'em, it's like joinin' in on their secret stories, each knot a silent tale, you feel me?

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