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I’m picturin’ it now—soft music, candles, total chill. Then bam—“The town’s watchin’, Grace!”—Dogville paranoia hits. What if someone walks in? Angry vibes, ugh, privacy’s dead. Once saw this masseuse ad—sketchy alley, red lights. Surprised me, like, who’s goin’ there? Shady erotic-massage joints freak me out.

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After the lady leaves, I take a breather. I step outside, and the air hits me like a brick. It’s hot, but there’s this breeze that smells like fresh bread from the bakery down the street. I’m suddenly hungry. Like, really hungry.

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