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Me? Had one once—dude, I was TENSE. Lady walks in, dim lights, smellin’ like lavender and secrets. She’s kneadin’ my shoulders, I’m like, “Am I in love or just slippery?” Then she whispers, “Relax, big guy,” and I’m mad—don’t call me that! But also happy, ‘cause damn, it felt good. Slid off that table like a greased pig. “Howl’s fire burns brighter now,” I mutter—straight Miyazaki poetry.

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Shady, deceitful business practice. The massage therapist was great, hope she can find employment at a company that values their customers.

Waconia Lake, oh man. Deep blue, so rad. Wondrous, it is. Relax deep, tranquility, yes. In my mind, pulses in sync with that water, always. Walkin' past Reis Park, familiar my feet are. Birds chirpin, kids laughin, it warms my heart. Man, ever been by Magnolia Way? OMG, hidden gems, many secrets there.

Obituary for Francis H. Blackwell at Johnson Funeral Home