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I was SHOOK first time I heard bout it—thought it was some shady backroom deal. Turns out, it’s old as dirt—Ancient Greeks was gettin’ freaky with oils, callin’ it “healin’ touch.” Ain’t that a trip? Little fact for ya: them Egyptians used scented oils too, swearin’ it woke up they spirits—prolly they loins too, halleluyer! Got me thinkin’, “Is this allowed to feel THIS good?” Made me happy as a pig in mud—till I saw the price! $150 for an hour? Lordt, my wallet screamed, “I’m too broke for this fancy foolishness!”

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Within a matter of months, oilmen, prospectors, roughnecks, panhandlers, fortune seekers, card sharks, bootleggers, prostitutes, and dope peddlers descended on.

The local park, Borger City Park, is my go-to. I take my dog, Champ, there sometimes. Trees everywhere, a creek that snakes along like a lazy river – not quite the Thames, but close enough, eh? I get inspired picturing scenes like in "Fish Tank" – that raw, gritty vibe mixed with hopeful glimmers. Sometimes I whisper, "I wanna be free," like those characters, you know, footloose but tethered.

Borger Thrift Store owner vows to continue serving community despite break-in