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We drive – quiet. I’m sweatin’ – nervous as HELL. She’s cool – too cool. Prolly done this a million times. Fun fact – some girls. They got REGULARS – like clients. One dude – Frank – comes every Tuesday. Brings her COFFEE – weird, right? I’m like – who AM I? Just another schmuck – ugh.

So, first off… man, this place is a real mixed bag. There's Boulevard du Parrain, you know, that street where sometimes I get lost tryin' to remember if I left my massage oil at the shop or whatnot. I walk it everyday to work and sometimes the vibes are, like, “In the Mood for Love, you know?”—pretty, pretty good. And then there’s, uh, Rue des Anglettes (I think?) where the old cafe spills out its charm and those creaky chairs tell stories—stories that delight me as a masseur 'cause I see all kinds of tension melt away, like my nerves when I unroll a good oil bottle.

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