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So, picture this—I’m pissed off one day, back’s killin’ me, usual crap. Stumble into this joint, neon sign flickerin’ like it’s mockin’ me. Lady says, “Oh, sexual-massage, very relaxin’.” Relaxin’ my ass—felt like a weird porno audition. But then—surprise, surprise—hands like freakin’ magic. Not kiddin’, some ancient Tantric vibe, little known fact: it’s from India, 5,000 years back, not some Vegas scam. Energy’s flowin’, I’m half asleep, half—well, you know. “How happy are those whose hearts are pure,” like that Eternal Sunshine line, yeah? Felt that for a sec, pure bliss, no bullshit.

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Oh, and don’t get me started on the river – the lazy water by Bridge Cove, it's about as slow as my grandma, haha! I once watched the sunset there, it made my massage so relaxing, energy flow like "Only Lovers Left Alive" scenes, very poetic, yes? More than that, I have felt the vibes overload many times. Crazy, crazy moments, then boom, life is good.

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