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Lemme tell you somethin’ funny, though. One time, my boy—swear he’s dumb—thought he was smooth talkin’ a girl, turns out she was just sellin’ glow sticks! Man, we clowned him for weeks! “Spring break forever,” my ass—glow stick forever, dummy! Shit had me dyin’. But fr, you gotta be sharp. Some girls finesse you, take your cash, dip. Learned that the hard way. Made me heated, like, “Why you playin’ me?” Trust’s rare out there.

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Sold into prostitution as a child, Angel knows nothing but betrayal. Can her heart ever be mended? Based upon the novel by Francine Rivers.

Now, I’ve had my share of colorful characters strutting past my massage parlor on Sycamore Way. Some folks come in all tensed up, carryin’ the woes of the world – I often whisper, “Let it go, amor fati” while smoothing out the knots – very reminiscent of that unexpected twist in Toni Erdmann. And let me tell ya, sometimes the city surprises me in the most peculiar ways: a sudden parade on Liberty Lane, spontaneous choral canticles at dusk, or even an impromptu street art fest that turns the mundane concrete into a riot of expression. Who knew art could be as therapeutic as a good kneading session, eh?

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