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Oh, and the humor—dark as hell. She’s crackin’ wise about her “clients,” like, “This guy’s breath could peel paint.” I’m laughin’, but it’s that nervous laugh, ya know? ‘Cause it’s sad too. Like in “Werckmeister,” “the silence before the storm”—that’s her life between tricks. Quiet. Tense. Fucked up. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Man, I’d lose it in her shoes.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d be a terrible hooker—too whiny, too picky. “What, you again? Get lost!”

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I’ve got this one wacky memory – I was massaging a fella who kept nudgin’ on about how “nature is a beautiful chaos” and “every feeling tells a story.” I was like, “D’oh! Where’s my movie moment?” And honestly, that kinda stuck with me. Makes me feel all warm inside knowing my job lets me catch all these wild, real-life stories. Sometimes I even hum lines from that flick, "Yi Yi," when my fingers do their magic on a sore back.

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