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Me? I’d hate it. Sticky hands all over? Nope. “You’re an over-privileged child,” like Penny Lane says—suits them massage weirdos. I’d rather wrestle a bear than let some stranger knead my back. But folks swear it’s relaxing—releases tension, boosts the mood. Bullshit, I say, but science backs ‘em. Oxytocin or some crap floods ya—makes ya feel gooey. Pissed me off, hearin’ that. Don’t need no oil-slicked paws for my happiness.

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Oh my gosh, Canby is like, sooo rad, I swear. Listen, Let me tell ya – I've been here for years now, and every nook and cranny shouts its own story. Main Street, you know, where all the cute coffee spots and quirky shops line up – it’s where your heart feels at home. I’m talkin’ about spots like Liberty Ave, where there’s that old mural I just can’t stop starin’ at. Crazy, huh?

Canby, Minnesota, woman accused of firing shotgun at pheasant hunters