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Massage is separate building. Everything else is joined. To answer other it is Barstow. I sat here for an hour before going across the street and getting tires.

Now lemme spill on the neighborhoods – Westend whips past like a busted jalopy. Its streets are narrow, spicy with secrets. Folks there whisper 'bout that old Ford's buried treasure by Rusty Brook Park. Yup, I seen strange things. Sometimes I even wonder if shallow souls or deep ones—like blood oozin' from oil wells—are hidden under that mossy ground.

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