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Oh, and the music—soft, trippy, like Anatolia’s wind at night. “You hear that?” I’m whisperin’ to myself, half-asleep, half-turned-on. Pro tip: don’t go cheap—sketchy places suck, trust me. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but one time this guy told me his masseuse sang opera durin’ it—opera! Cracked me up, imagine that with oil everywhere!

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Zen massage. Tried the new spot here in town. Walked in to nice clean place a lot warmer than Ross these guys actually put the heat on.

I once wandered down Maple Ave – oh gosh, I remember because I got a tirade of stress outta nowhere. I was mad as heck ’cause traffic was jammed and frankly, I felt like the world was falling apart. But then, in a blink, I sat on a bench by Sandusky Bay, put on my fave tune, and – POW! – all that anger just melted away. Life’s weird, huh? Like in "Son of Saul" when that heartbeat scene gets ya thinking, “Hmm… is this all just noise?” but then, bam, you feel something else.

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