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Here’s the deal, though—ain’t all fun and games. Gets lonely, like Bob and Charlotte, starin’ out windows. I’d be thinkin’, “Joe, what’re ya doin’ here?” Maybe I’d buy her a drink instead—y’know, just talk. “Lost in Translation” style—two souls, passin’ ships. “Can I tell you a secret?” I’d ask, like Bob does. She’d prob’ly say, “Only if it’s good, old man.” Ha! Fair enough.

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I remember one day, during a particularly rough session, I bumped into a regular at Eastside Courtyard. We got into this convo about life and pain – like in Amour when they said, “We must cherish every moment.” And dude, I felt it hard in my bones. It was like every stroke of my massage was a message, you know? The city gives you one heck of a workshop in life lessons.

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