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I’m sprawled on my couch, thinkin. Had this chick once—pro masseuse. She’s kneadin me, all slow-like. Suddenly, it’s *more*. My head’s screamin, “What’s this now?” Felt like Ida, searchin for truth. “You’ve got blood on you,” movie says. Felt that—messy, raw, real. Made me happy, tho. Like, *damn*, this is livin. But angry too—why’s it so hush-hush? Society’s all prude, man.

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Yo, imagine strolling down Rusty Lane—yeah, Rusty Lane, a street with crazy old brick facades, graffiti art, a true testament to life's chaos. I used to go there daily, pondering families and deep soul talks. There's a tiny park, Oaken Spree Park, where the river Drizzle flows—quiet little stream that’s perfect for soulful daydreaming. Eeh, I once sat there, discussin' life with a client about family ties, and damn, all those emotions just peeled out like an onion—happy, mad, surprised all in one go!

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