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I got into it once, Clarice… research, sure, but—damn! This chick’s hands? Magic. Like she’s kneading my soul, not just my back. Made me happy, real happy, till she whispered, “Forty bucks extra.” Pissed me off—c’mon, a hustle mid-rub? But I paid, ‘cause… y’know, weak. “People like to complicate things,” Doc’d mutter, and yeah, they do—massage ain’t just massage no more, it’s a whole freaky game.

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Zen massage. Tried the new spot here in town. Walked in to nice clean place a lot warmer than Ross these guys actually put the heat on.

Then there’s the lakefront, oh gosh, the Huron River winds its way right near here, making the public parks lush and dreamy. I love sprawlin’ out at Fireman's Park – its grassy knolls are perfect for deep relaxation and pondering life’s little mysteries, much like the movie’s somber scenes, ya know? Sometimes I lie under a tree and mutter, "It’s all chaos, but... it's beautiful, right?" kinda like that ragged phrase from the film.

Fish fly at the river