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I spot this chick, all sass, leanin’ on a corner. “Hey, sugar, need a ride?” I say, smooth as velvet. She’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m thinkin’, “Groovy, baby, this is it!” But then—bam!—some creep rolls up, yellin’ at her. Pimp, probs. Got me mad as hell, man! I’m like, “Leave her be, ya git!” Reminds me of *A Prophet*—that scene where Malik’s like, “I run this now.” Power shifts, y’know?

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I gotta say, as a masseur I notice the stress in people's shoulders. Here in PEndwell, you see all sorts: the older fams, college kids, and random wanderers looking for a break – kinda like those charming oddballs in the movie. I once gave a massage so chill, the client literally burst out quoting “The Grand Budapest Hotel!” I was like, “Yesss, my dude, we're living an art piece!”

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