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So, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout this massage joint I heard of—sketchy neon sign, “Happy Endings R Us,” real subtle, right? Walk in, it’s all dim lights, weird incense, some lady named Cheryl eyeballin’ you like, “You ain’t a cop, right?” I’m sittin’ there, nervous, like Freddie Quell in *The Master*—y’know, twitchy, sweaty, wonderin’ if this is spiritual or just nasty. “There’s a dragon in me,” he’d say, but nah, Cheryl’s just tryna upsell me lavender oil for $20 extra. Pissed me off! I’m like, “Cheryl, chill, I ain’t made of cash!”

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I stroll down Bridgeway, where the shops and cafes are poppin’. There’s a thrill in every turn, every quirky little alley. You know, that old pier? Yeah, it's like a stage set from "Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives" – memories, reincarnation, and that funky flow of time! "Time flows like a river," I always whisper. It’s deep, magical, and kinda makes you wanna just be still.

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