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About New York City

So I’m strollin’ past her corner—smells like cheap fags and regret. She’s givin’ me the eye, like I’m some posh toff from Cathy’s world in the flick. “What’s a gent like you doin’ here?” she croaks. Voice like gravel— probs smoked 20 a day since she was 12. I’m fumin’, cos who’s she callin’ gent? Cheeky cow! But then—surprise—she’s got this cracked smile, proper human, y’know? Reminds me of Cathy’s fake grin when she’s hidin’ her misery. “It’s all pretend,” I mutter, kickin’ a can down the road.

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I work with all sorts of folks – the stressed, the elated, the quietly desperate – and I see the city’s pulse through their eyes. It’s like my hands hear their secrets while I smooth out their aches. Every session in my parlor kinda reminds me of that movie line: “We all have our reasons,” and sometimes, a good massage feels like a reset button in a chaotic world.

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