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But—plot twist—some dude next room starts moanin’. Loud. I’m pissed, thinkin’, “Bro, this ain’t your porn audition!” Ruined my zen, total buzzkill. Still, the masseuse, she’s a pro—whispers, “Ignore him, feel this.” And bam, she’s on my lower back, pressure like a hydraulic press. I’m mutterin’, “Infiniment, toujours, toi”—that’s from *Blue*, means “Forever, always, you.” Corny? Sure. But it fit—her hands were speakin’ my language.

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Rakaw (by) pulses with secrets. Like that tiny coffee joint on Zippy Ave, I spill tea there every Tues. There a vibe so chill, talks go deep, not mere chit chat. Crazy, right? My head spins, again—full of memories! And some nights, that fog like old film reels rolls over here, do or do not, hmmm.

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