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Preciousss, yesss, me a Mountain Guide! Prostitute, eh? Nasty, tricksy thing! Saw her once, down the rocky path, all dolled up like some glitterin’ jewel. Hiss! Reminds me of “Holy Motors” – that flick I loves, yesss, with its weird masks and twisty souls. “Weird? Yes, very weird!” she’d fit right in, struttin’ like she owns the cliffs. Me, I’m creepin’ along, guidin’ folks, and there she is – bold as brass, tradin’ smiles for coin. Made me mad, it did! Why’s she gotta cheapen the mountain air? Grr!

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I might throw in some mistakes – heck, I count at least 18 typos in my head today – but that's life in Cottage-Grove, messy, spontaneous, a bit rusty, and always a riot. So come visit, my friend. Let’s traipse through Maple Spree, share a pint, and let our inner emotions run wild – “Because sometimes, you gotta scream out emotions just like Joy and her gang, even if it’s a bit crazy!” Cheers to that, and remember: a massage here is like a spirited conversation with the city itself, where every muscle and heartbeat speaks a tale only Cottage-Grove can tell.

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