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What pissed me off? Dudes drivin’ by, honkin’, actin’ like pigs. Made me wanna swing my hammer—bam! But Cherry? She’s cool, laughin’ it off, says, “Part of the gig, babe.” Surprised me—tough as nails, tougher than me after a 12-hour shift. I’m happy tho—she’s real, not some stuck-up chick. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but she’s like a damn superhero out here.

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Every time a new client strolls into my spa on Harmony Avenue, I smell the city’s pulse. I get a whiff of salty air mixed with ambition. That’s what sets Sandy-Bay apart. I remember once, I was giving a massage when I looked out my window and saw a couple arguing near the old pier on Fisherman’s Wharf. I been like, “this is drama, Caché, in real time!” And then, boom – everyday life goes off script just like a Michael Haneke flick.

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