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Oh, and the movie tie-in—“You’re my home.” That’s the dream they pitch, right? Warmth, connection. Bullshit sometimes, but damn, it hooks ya. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t always that poetic, tho. Sometimes it’s quick, cold—blaster-fire fast. Other times? You’re talkin’, laughin’—weirdly human. Exaggeratin’ here, but once I swear I felt the Force shift—nah, prolly just the whiskey.

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Now, lemme share a lil' somethin'. As a masseur, I see y’all's hidden tensions. I patch up the stress from long, dusty work days and those festival crowds that roll in like a wild tidal wave to the downtown, near Main Street. People come in so knotted – reminds me of that oddness in Mulholland Drive: "Silence is the only friend that never betrays." Dang, when I work with 'em, it's like joinin' in on their secret stories, each knot a silent tale, you feel me?

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