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*Caché* got me paranoid, tho. “Who sent this tape?” I’m imaginin’ some masseuse filmin’ me snorin’ on the table. Absurd, right? Prolly just my brain fuckin’ with me. Oh, and the oils—lavender, eucalyptus, whatever—smells like a forest orgy. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d pay extra for that neck crack. Shit’s gold. Worst part? When they ghost your feet. Like, bro, massage ‘em, don’t tease me! Hannibal out here judgin’—erotic-massage is 8/10, but don’t skip the toes, fam. Peace.

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Ya know, sometimes I get mad at the city’s stubborn silence, yet here I find solace. I once spent a whole night (eh, who counts hours, right?) just starin’ at the stars above the church spire on Calle del Convento. I felt like, "What a loss to spend that much time with someone, only to find out that she’s not in your heart." And damn, it got to me, makin' me see every cracked pavement on the Calle Real as a metaphor for life.

LAPD officer and wife, parents of 2 sons, both being treated for cancer