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Back in Scranton, we had stories—whoo, boy! This one time, my buddy Tommy—good kid, bit wild—says, “Joe, let’s find a pro.” I’m like, “C’mon, man, I ain’t that guy!” But lemme tell ya, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just walkin’ up and wavin’ cash. Nah, it’s a dance—slow, like Wong Kar-wai’s camera lingerin’ on a smoky room. “In secret, we meet”—that’s the vibe, right? All hush-hush, hearts racin’.

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In my business—my humble massage parlor—I get to see everythin'. There’s gossip here and there, secrets spillin' in soft hums. Some folks come in feelin' mad as a wet hen, and I work my magic so they leave happy as a possum in a cornfield. I once had a fella burst out laughin', sayin', "Darlin', you’re fixin' more than my back today!" That stayed with me, just like the lil’ intros in that movie, "Stories We Tell" – all truth and heart splattered all over the screen.

Brush fire put out on Riverdale Street in West Springfield