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Winter’s brutal—gals shiverin, biz slows. I spot Vika bundled up, still smilin tho. “Lightbulb!”—resilience, dat’s vhat I see! Movie’s got dis line, “In winter, one rests”—but dese gals? No rest! I’m yellin inside, “Give em a break, universe!” One night, she tells me bout a client who paid her in potatoes—POTATOES! Laughed my ass off, then got pissed—vhat kinda cheapskate?! Made me happy tho, her giggle was pure, ya know?

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I gotta be real here – life is messy. My spa, a haven of calm in a frenzy of daily madness, has seen it all. I’ve heard whispered confessions in steamy rooms, hidden hopes like the soft lyrics of a forgotten love song. Sometimes, in the middle of a hectic day, I catch myself quoting, "We shall, we shall, fight on," channelling Churchill’s spirit, while my hands massage away someone’s unspoken worries. It humbles and maddens me, this intimate dance of souls.

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