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Say hello to my little friend! Man, prostitutes, they’re somethin else, huh? I’m sittin here, thinkin bout em, and I get all riled up. You got these chicas workin the streets, makin cash, dodgin cops—fuckin warriors, I tell ya! Watched “Brokeback Mountain” last night, that Ang Lee joint, my fave, and it hit me—love’s messy, man, paid or not. Like Ennis sayin, “I wish I knew how to quit you,” I’m thinkin, shit, some johns prolly say that to their hookers too! Hella sad, right? But real.

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So, Spanish-Fork isn’t your run-of-the-mill town. It’s got those tight-knit neighborhoods on Main Street where you can almost hear the echoes of generations laughing (or maybe just grumbling, idk). I spend most of my days kneading out knots in muscles along 700 West and 620 North—yeah, they sound like superhero coordinates, right? Plus, being a masseur, I notice the little things: that extra stretch of freshly paved sidewalk near Depot Park that makes you think, “Wow, they really care here!” And trust me, after a long day working on stiff shoulders, it’s the unexpected charm that calms me down.

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