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So, erotic-massage—where do I start? It’s all ‘bout them oiled-up hands slidin’ where the sun don’t shine. Not your granny’s backrub, naw sir! I heard tell of this joint in Vegas—$200 an hour, happy endin’ guaranteed. Made me madder’n a wet hen—why ain’t I cashin’ in? But then, I’m tickled pink thinkin’ ‘bout it. Them masseuses? Artists, I tell ya! Like Sara Goldfarb mixin’ her pills, they got a rhythm—slow, then fast, teasin’ ya ‘til you’re screamin’ “I’m so excited, I’m so scared!” Straight outta the movie, y’all.

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Neighborhoods? Man, you've gotta check out Los Olivos. They got these tiny murals that tell hidden stories. Each corner has a secret. Seriously, like the little cafe on R. Luna, where they serve coffee so strong it wakes up your inner feelings. I’ve spilled some tears there – not literally (most of the time). Or like during one counseling session when a client blurted, “I feel like I'm drowning in my own brain!” Kinda made me think of that scene from Inside Out; every emotion fighting its way out.

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