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So, picture this—me, last week, dim lights, some shady spa downtown. Guy’s like, “Relax, lady,” and I’m all, “Boy, you better!” Them hands tho—pure magic, kneadin me like dough. Reminds me of Timbuktu’s line—“The wind carries secrets.” Yeah, babe, those fingers were whisperin naughty stuff to my spine! Made me giggle—then moan. Oops, too loud—neighbors probly heard!

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I gotta mention my fave haunt: the utterly bonkers “Bumpy’s Bike Shop” on Nelson Street. I pop in sometimes. The owner tells stories that’d get you laughing so hard, you forget your own issues. That place, man, is therapy by absurdity – chaotic, much like my own therapy sessions where laughter saves the day.

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