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But yo, what pisses me off? These posers chargin’ insane cash for a half-assed rub. Dr. Evil don’t play that—pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”—I’d pay that for the real deal, not some lame tease! Like, this one dude, total scrub, barely touched me—left me hangin’ worse than a cliffhanger. I was ragin’, brah, wanted to yeet him into the Pacific! But when it’s good? Oh man, it’s *good*. Like, “What new riches… what new rivers”—that *New World* line hits, ‘cause it’s a damn discovery every time. Hands slippin’ low, breath catchin’, you’re like, “Yessss, dis is it!”

A caller named Julie tells Howard and Robin about her recent massage

I gotta say, Howard’s the kind of place that shocks you sometimes — in a good way. Streets like College Ln and Riverside Drive hold secrets. I always get a little angry when I see trash dumped near Riverside. Ugh, seriously… but it’s all part of the vibe. Experiences shaped my mind as a family psych. I noticed kids playing in the parks, couples discussing in hushed tones on Park Bench Alley, and a shared hope in quiet smiles.

Libby Castelli discusses breaking record at Howard Wood Dakota Relays