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Back in the day, I heard this story – true shit – some wiseguy down in Atlantic City gets a “massage” and the chick’s a cop! Bada-bing, he’s cuffed, balls out, lookin’ like a stunad. Made me laugh my ass off, but also pissed me off – entrapment much? Sexual-massage got this vibe, see? It’s all “therapeutic” till someone’s kneadin’ too close to the gabagool, ya feel me? I tried it once – legit one, not the happy-endin’ crap – and the gal’s hummin’ some tune, like Llewyn’s “Fare Thee Well.” I’m layin’ there, thinkin’, “Hang me, oh hang me, this ain’t worth the 80 bucks!”

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Now, lemme get into more personal stuff. As a masseur, I really notice the little tensions folks carry. I see it when we stroll down Las Rosas street – every cracked pavement, every offbeat corner, they got stories. And sometimes, I’m like, “Wow, this is art!” like in that Wes Anderson movie, which is my fav, oh man. Every odd detail reminds me of that quirky vibe: characters with secrets and scars. There’s a block near the old chapel on San Benito, real humblin', makes you wanna cry sometimes.

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