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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially this touchy-feely crap like sexual-massage. Some gal rubbin’ ya down with oils, promisin’ relaxation? Bullcrap. I’d rather wrestle a bear. But fine, I’ll talk about it, since you’re beggin’. Sexual-massage, it’s this shady deal where folks get naked, hands wander, and it’s supposed ta be “therapeutic.” Therapeutic my ass—sounds like a hippie scam. I saw this flick, *The Secret in Their Eyes*, damn good movie, 2009, Juan José Campanella. That line, “How do you live a life full of nothing?”—hits ya hard. Makes me think sexual-massage is for suckers chasin’ somethin’ empty.

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This area and the surrounding cities are full of drugs and prostitutes. Both were offered to us during our stay. I will not be back in this.

Now, let me spill some beans, baby. Cordele got some secret nooks too! The back alley by Willow Rd. hides a quirky mural. Man, that mural gives me a chuckle when work freaks me out. Psst, it’s an art gem, ya feel me?

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