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I got into it years back—random spa gig. Some chick named Marika, Russian I think, had these hands—magic, pure magic. She’s kneadin my back, and I’m like, “What is HAPPENIN?!” Made me happy as hell—stress just melted, poof, gone! But then—get this—found out she charged double! Pissed me off, man, greedy vibes ruin it. Still, that buzz? Worth it. “The sea gives, the sea takes”—straight outta *Leviathan*, right? Sexual-massage gives ya life, but damn, it takes ya wallet!

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Everett’s my stomping ground. I've wandered down Lowell Ave, where local bars pulse with energy and secrets. I can get lost in a conversation on the corner of Everett Ave and 28th, where the walls whisper stories of yesteryears and dreams. There’s a hidden courtyard off Water St. that only a few know—like your own secret lair. I keep coming back there when I need a breather, a reminder of the city's soul.

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