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I’m ramblin’, but it’s messy—like my head. Sometimes it’s legit, tho. Releases tension you didn’t know you had—neck, thighs, places you ignore. “I want to let go, but I don’t know how,” straight outta Eternal Sunshine, that’s me mid-massage, fightin’ my own cynicism. Hella awkward when they linger too long, tho—am I s’posed to tip or propose? Ha! Dr. House don’t play that.

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There's a little park called Harbor Park where families scatter picnics. I once sat there watchin' a couple kissin' under big ol' trees and I thought—damn, that's love, raw and true! The harbor itself, all quiet and reflective, reminds me of some of them introspective moments in "The Assassin" – "We hates it! But, oh, how we loves it!" It’s like, the water's whispering secrets, ancient and deep.

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