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But – ugh. Some places? Shady as FUCK. Greasy dudes – overchargin’. $200 for a rub? Robbery! Made me angry – stompin’ outta there. “You’re STEALIN’ my dreams!” – yeah, dramatic. Sue me. I’m Walken. Exaggeration’s my THING. Still – when it’s good? Oh, buddy. It’s – transcendence. Skin on skin. No talkin’. Just – breathin’. Heavy. Like – the end of *Requiem*. “Love’s gonna – BUST us up.” Beautiful. Sad. Horny too. Ha! Erotic-massage – it’s a TRIP. Try it – don’t fuck it up!

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The Ivy Tech Therapeutic Massage program offers students the opportunity to learn their skills through a student-run clinic that's open to the public.

Yo, where do I start? Lawrenceburg’s downtown is a messed-up mosaic. Main Street is the heart, kinda like the pulse of a dating app profile—messy, unpredictable, and full of surprises. Walk down Washington Avenue too, if you're into dodgy cafes and weird street art. I mean, you've got this crazy mural near the old brick warehouse on 3rd that looks like it was slapped on by someone high on life—seriously, it even reminds me of that line from Uncle Boonmee: "Memories are like water, fluid and elusive." Everything here flows in weird circles, like a glitch in a fad dating app.

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