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So, lemme tell ya ‘bout this one time—Homer’s outta town, prob’ly eatin’ donuts somewhere dumb. I’m bored, right? Walkin’ down by the tracks—ooh, shady!—and I see this gal, all fishnets and lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. I’m like, “Hmm… she’s workin’ it!” Reminds me of Varda’s gleaners, pickin’ through life’s leftovers. She catches me starin’—awkward!—and yells, “What’s your deal, lady?” I’m all flustered, mutterin’, “Just admirin’ your hustle, hon!”

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And hey, my spa? It's tucked in a historic building right off Chamberlain St. Perfect for soul-healing sessions. Some days I just stare at the old photos, thinking how impassioned the past was, like in that movie, you know? “The Pianist” taught me that even in chaos, music—or a good massage—can save you.

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