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Picture this: me, Georgie, stumblin’ into a joint, neon sign flickerin’ “Massage.” I’m thinkin’, “Heck, let’s strategize this relaxation!” Like Doc in *Inherent Vice*, I’m half-expecting a groovy chick with secrets. “There’s no more secrets, man!” she’d say, but them hands tell a diff’rent story. Slidin’ over ya, all slow, warm oil—dang, it’s like a missile crisis of feelin’s! I’m sweatin’, heart’s thumpin’, thinkin’ “This ain’t no misunderestimation!”

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Oh gosh, how could I forget? Sweet spots like "Whispers on Willow" park. Tucked behind the old clock tower on Main. Clock tower? Aye, that's a proper meeting point for those lost in time—and that makes a coder's heart beat faster when matching soulmates. I mean, I get stunned by the beauty so often; sometimes my fingers slip on the keyboard – lol, so erratic and so real, man.

Rebecca Ann Walden Obituary April 8, 2025