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Once had this chick, right? Masseuse with hands like a freakin angel. She’s rubbin me down, and I’m thinkin, “This is art, man.” Slow strokes, deep presses — got me hard as a rock and floatin at the same time. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d do this shit with olive oil and a side of orgy. True story! Called it “massage with benefits,” ya dig? Made me happy as a pig in shit, but then — bam! — she charged me double. Pissed me off, man, I was fumin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growled in my head, imaginin her boss on a platter.

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An evil spirit with nice cleavage, also known as the Whore of Baghdad, is the anthropormorphic embodiment of the death-rattle.

Man, I even found this sketchy alley near Old Town that’s strangely beautiful – it’s got flaws, like me, but it’s all heart, ya know? Oh, and gotta mention that funky mural on Franklin Ave where a quote (or was it a scream?) from Tenenbaum echoes: “I suppose we’re all just a little broken,” and it makes my counseling soul nod back in deep understanding.

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