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Lemme tell ya, had one once—lordy, was I redder’n a tomato! This gal’s hands was magic, like she’s playin’ a fiddle on my back. Got me all tingly, happier’n a pig in slop. But then—oh, I was madder’n a wet hen—she ups an’ says, “That’s $50 extra!” For what? A lil’ spice? Humph! “How much can one man take?”—that’s what Monty’d say, an’ I felt it, y’all. Still, them knots in my shoulders? Gone quicker’n a jackrabbit.

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I must confess, though, my heart was reallly warmed at the sight of the ancient clock tower on Elder Street – a monument which defnitely speaks of centuries past, yet stumbles tragically in its modern maintenance. There’s an excitng, raw vibe, filled with a sort of brooding angst and sweet irony. Aye, there be a time when each massage hand hath felt the pulse of the city – the desperate, tender beats of its loving chaos.

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