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I'm a masseur, right? I get to feel every throb of this city's pulse, every muscle twitch of its soul. I’ve seen jabbed-back shoulders and relaxed smiles in the same dim light of old local diners on N. Salina Street—where stories get spilled over greasy spoons and neon coffee machines. And speaking of stories—There Will Be Blood is like my anthem. "I drink your milkshake," echoes in my mind when the city hustles away in its own fierce fury. It’s a damn masterpiece—a brutal, relentless blast of ambition that reminds me of my own grueling days trying to ease pain with my kisses of relief.

Donald R. Howells