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So, I’m imaginin’ it—me, Joe, in some alley, all nervous-like. “In the mood,” I whisper, tryna be smooth. She’d laugh, prob’ly—say, “Old man, you’re a trip!” And I’d be happy—shoot, just talkin’ to her, hearin’ her story. Maybe she’s got a kid, maybe she’s just tired—dunno, but I’d listen. Surprised me once, hearin’ one gal say she loved jazz—Coltrane, man! Who’d’a thunk?

I get mad sometimes – the city's chaos gets to me. Grr, the traffic on Main Blvd cracks my nerves silly! But, yo, it's also pure magic. I sometimes think, “I am your father, city, show me your secrets.” Each massage session feels like exploring an uncharted galaxy. Even those tiny cafes off the beaten path, like Caffeine Alley, buzz with laughter and banter, and tastes that remind you life’s too short.