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So check this, erotic-massage ain’t just hands on ya back, motherfucker—it’s bout energy, vibes, makin ya whole body sing like Nemo callin for his pops! I seen this chick once, legit masseuse, told me some ancient tantric cats in India kicked this shit off, like 5000 years back. Blew my damn mind! She’s rubbin oil, whisperin some mystical shit, I’m like, “Righteous, righteous!”—straight outta the movie, ya dig? Made me happy as fuck, cause who knew history got down like that?

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And lemme tell ya, sometimes I get mad—seriously fuming—when the city council tries to rebrand our gritty streets. They think Vernon's just another cog in the machine. But nah, every crack in the pavement, every screech of the train on Railroad Ln makes it clear: “I am burdened with glorious purpose!” Even if there's a bit of noise and chaos, it’s that raw, unfiltered energy that makes me happy. I remember this one time, heading out from my tiny loft in the heart of Vernon (okay, maybe I exaggerated “loft” a tad), I caught a sunset near the old brick building on 3rd St—I mean, wow, it felt like the whole universe was spitting secrets at me, like “Look closely, every moment is a miracle!” Crazy, right?