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I pull over—shady spot, neon lights blinkin’. Sketchy dudes everywhere. Mmm… donuts—wish I had one now. This chick walks up, all sass, smokin’ a cig. “Hey, big guy, need a lift?” she says. I’m like, “D’oh! Not that kinda lift!” Laughin’ my ass off—she don’t get it. Funniest thing? She’s got a tat of a truck—ironic, huh? Cargo guy meets cargo gal!

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So, Spanish-Fork isn’t your run-of-the-mill town. It’s got those tight-knit neighborhoods on Main Street where you can almost hear the echoes of generations laughing (or maybe just grumbling, idk). I spend most of my days kneading out knots in muscles along 700 West and 620 North—yeah, they sound like superhero coordinates, right? Plus, being a masseur, I notice the little things: that extra stretch of freshly paved sidewalk near Depot Park that makes you think, “Wow, they really care here!” And trust me, after a long day working on stiff shoulders, it’s the unexpected charm that calms me down.

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