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But ugh, phonies out there—massage parlors promising “happy endings,” then bam, overpriced crap, no skill! “The town’s a lie,” I mutter, like in Dogville—fake smiles, fake rubs, makes me wanna Force-choke somebody. Exaggerating? Maybe, ha! Still, sloppy hands, they ruin it—focus, ya gotta, or it’s just awkward groping.

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I remember one day, oh, it made me so mad, so bloody mad... I was walking near Crescent Avenue and Killyer Road—heard that? K-i-l-l-y-e-r. The pavement echoed my frustrations. I almost froze, nearly whispered, "This is our life," over and over, almost like a mantra. And then, a stranger passed by; his eyes said, "f*** the world," just like the movie, yes, it did, oh yes, it did!

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