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Oh, and the oil – slippery as hell! Nearly fell off the table, swear! “That’s what she said!” I yelled, laughin’. She smirked – pro move. Didja know some places use hot stones? Freaky, but cools your jets fast! I’d totally do it again – tension gone, soul happy! Like Llewelyn Moss dodgin’ fate, I’m dodgin’ stress, friendo! Best part? No shootouts, just chill! Whaddya think – you tryin’ it?

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I walk down 135th Street randomly, and—BAM!—majestic murals that say, "I can see Russia from my house!" Okay, not really, but seriously. City of Thornton surprises you around every corner. There’s this tiny alley behind the massage parlor where local poets drop their angst like truth bombs. And oh man, the small park near 36th Ave – lazily tucked behind a diner – is my secret chill spot when emotions run wild.

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