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About Adelaide

But—hold up—what pisses me off? The creeps! Guys hagglin’ her down like she’s meat. “How much, huh?” Disgusting. I’d wanna punch ‘em—bam! She’s a person, damn it! *The Great Beauty* vibe—elegance lost, replaced by slime. “This is how it always ends,” Jep’d sigh, “with death.” Okay, dramatic, but—ya get me? Surprised me once, tho—a girl I met, years back, she was savin’ for art school. Hustlin’ for a dream! Blew my mind.

Events and uses

You gotta check out the creek near Gibson Lane. Its water runs so clear, you’d think it’s a liquid mirror reflecting your soul. I’ve got a memory there: a stressed-out client suddenly bursting out laughing mid-massage. Crazy energy, dude. Like, “I’m not a dieter, I’m a massagist!” Not that I’d ever say that.

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