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Look, it ain’t all giggles—some gals up there, they’re runnin’ from somethin’. Saw one, eyes like Ida’s aunt, all haunted. “I wanted to live,” she’d whisper—fuck, that hit me. Made me wanna colonize Mars just to give ‘em a fresh start. But yeah, it’s a gig—cash upfront, no crypto, no promises. Pro tip: don’t haggle, ya cheap bastard—pay the rate or climb solo.

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Daybreak along El Cajon Boulevard can be a rude awakening and a reminder of the road's most illicit reputation.

Don’t miss Clearwater Park. It’s a mellow river bend that curls up like an old friend, more like a lazy reminder of that scene from Amélie—subtle, heartwarming, full of earnest, simple wonders. I’d sit there, feet dangling off the old stone bridge, feeling the cool brisk breeze, thinking: "These are the moments that make the pain of life vanish, if only for a little while." And yup, sometimes my mind drifts off, repeating, “c'est la vie, cher ami,” an echo of all my massage sessions that remind me every knot I ease makes someone’s day just a bit lighter.

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