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D’oh! It’s s’posed to relax ya, right? But nah, I’m sweatin’, thinkin’—am I doin’ this wrong? Little factoid for ya: ancient Rome had these massage parlors, full-on sexy vibes, called “lupanars”—crazy, huh? Bet Batman’d bust ‘em up! I’m picturin’ it—me, Homer, layin’ there, some chick’s kneadin’ my back, and I’m like, “This ain’t no donut rub!” Got me laughin’ so hard I farted—D’oh! She wasn’t happy, man, face like Two-Face!

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Oh, and you gotta see the uptown art district on Birch Avenue—full of avant-garde murals and art instalments that shout “Freedom!” at you. I sometimes get mad at the noise—guilty as charged—but heck, it’s all part of the charm and chaos! I remember one time, during a particularly heated session with a client, I took a break at Art’s Alley (yeah, it’s a real place, no joke!) and found solace in the vibrant graffiti. Felt like a scene straight out of Werckmeister Harmonies, all slow motions and meditative vibes—so trippy, baby!

Eli Finley