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Anyway, if you’re dumb enough to try this, save your cash. Stash it in a Roth IRA or somethin’. Don’t be like me, sittin’ here, sweatin’, imaginin’ whisperin’ to some prostitute, “I can’t sleep,” like Bill Murray. She’d probably charge extra for listenin’. Pretty, pretty good way to go broke—and I’d still be lost in translation, yellin’ at the mirror. What a mess!

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I once had a session in a small nook on Oak Street. A lady fluttered in with stress like a thousand storms—made me recall Sam's line, “I know what it feels like to be lost!” And I said, “Arrr, guess it be the sea of life, eh?” I massaged every knot like I was untangling a map to treasure.

Inside the Newly Renovated Wolf Trap, the Only National Park That Exists Solely to Host Concerts