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So, picture this—some dimly lit room, oil everywhere, hands slidin’ smooth. It’s not just rubbin’—it’s a whole vibe. I heard—get this—back in ancient China, emperors got these massages, special concubines trained for YEARS. Little known fact! Ain’t that nuts? Imagine some royal dude, chillin’, gettin’ worked over—prolly felt like a god. Me? I’d be happy just not fallin’ asleep—ha!

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Now, Roleystone isn’t all calm and zen though. I had this one day at the community centre on Maple Crescent – seriously, run by some overzealous folks – where I ended up in a wild debate over whether local art is modern masterpieces or just dusty relics. Ugh, mad vibes! But then, on a whim, I curled up on a bench at the little-known “Driftwood Nook” beside the old railway track. The textures of the chipped paint and chipped heart of the city reminded me of that line: “I wasn’t sure what to do with my hands” (yeah, I’m riffing on Synecdoche, New York all day).

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