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I dig ‘em, tho. Freedom, man. People choosing, no fake masks. Like Amélie’s café—raw, real shit. But damn, some stink. Literally. Old sweat, cheap perfume—ugh, gag me. Got mad once, saw a dude push a girl. Wanted to choke him, Vader-style. “You dare disturb my peace?”

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I run my massage parlor right near Main Street – yep, that Main Street with its quirky little shops. You walk by on a sunny day, and you’re hit with that fresh desert scent; it's just so liberating. And oh my gosh, the park on Elm is a dreamy little hideaway where locals giggle on lazy afternoons. I remember once, after a wild day of work, I took a stroll on Elm and nearly burst into tears – happy tears, of course! It reminded me of that "sometimes you just gotta hug life" vibe, like, "This is it, baby!"

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