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Picture this: dim lights, jasmine scent, hands kneadin’ knots like they’re solvin’ a puzzle. “Remember Sammy Jankis,” Leonard’d say—focus, don’t rush. You gotta be present, feel the heat, the breath. I got a quirk—love when the masseuse hums, low and sultry, like they’re in on the secret. Ever tried it? Makes your spine tingle, like a heist gone right.

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Ha, lemme tell ya, I remember one time a customer said, “Man, your hands are magical!” It got me feelin’ all warm inside. That place on Lofty Dr is where I often catch the sunset and ponder life. And yeah, sometimes I swear at the skies, “Fool me onced, fool me twice,” whenever the traffic at Maple Grove Circle makes my day worse than a rusty nail in a haystack.

50 years of local skating: Silver Skates Ice Revue