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So I spot her—red heels, smokin’ a cig—total pro. “What’s a girl to do?” she purrs, like Cathy cryin’ to Frank. I’m laughin’—she’s playin’ me, and I’m here for it! Gave me a rush—happy as a clown in a bank vault. But then—BAM—some creep jumps in, tryin’ to haggle her down. Pissed me off! I’m like, “Buddy, this ain’t a flea market!” Almost knifed him—oops, too far? Heh.

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My spa, oasis of calm I run, tucked on Riverbend Ave. Calm waters, the river flows by, a mirror of minds, oh wow. Bleh, you know, do or do not, there is no try! Even here, in quiet massages, a truth there is. Noticed, I've, how stress melts like ice cream in a hot day… Yoda style, ya feel?

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