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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout this whore. Not just any skank, nah, she’s a real piece—got that vibe, y’know? Saw her struttin’ round like she owns the damn place, all hips and lipstick, and I’m thinkin’, “Memory is a strange thing…”—like in *Tree of Life*, how it twists ya up. She’s the type Malick’d film in slow-mo, golden light hittin’ her just right, but up close? Whew, she’s a mess, a beautiful fuckin’ mess.

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Back to my work – as a masseur, I learn people's secrets through their tired muscles. I see the hidden stories in each frown or wrinkle. I even sometimes joke, “Yo, your back's got a story, right?” and they spill the beans. Like a living anthology of life! Rothwell lends itself well to that calm vibe; it’s like every massage is a whisper, “Would you like to come over?” in its own subtle way.

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