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Oh, and the oils—lavender, ylang-ylang, whatever—smell like heaven, hit ya deep. Surprised me how it’s not just touch, but scent too—like, “The world’s gone to hell,” but here’s this calm bubble. Kinda like *Children of Men*, where hope’s rare, y’know? “Keep it safe, Theo!”—that’s me guardin’ my chill after a session.

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This place blows. Lisa is old and gave an uninspiring massage. Lisa did not provide anything sensual. Her massage was okay but that was it.

Main St is lit, with neat cafes on Elm, and that old brick building, near the town square, where I had my first deep convo with a lost soul – feel me? The rhythm of life here, it gets to me every damn day. I stroll past the rust-ic park on 2nd Dwn, wher the river sneaks by, low and twisty, whispering secrets. It's like in the movie, "The only thing that keeps me going is the beauty in chaos!" Real, raw stuff.

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