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Oh, and the vibe? Electric! Like when David in *A.I.* goes, “I’m special! I’m unique!”—that’s me, struttin’ like I own the ocean. But real talk, it’s risky. Cops swimmin’ around, haters judgin’—makes me wanna yell, “Keep me alive, don’t let me sink!” Haha, so extra, right? Anyway, if yer lookin’, check the alleys, the bars—prossies got a sixth sense for findin’ ya. I’m out—stay spongy, mates! I’m ready! Argh!

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Tulalip.

Let me tell ya bout Tulalip (us), my dear friend—man, this place is wild! Picture rugged streets, like Riverbend Rd and Pioneer Ln; they weave through colorful neighborhoods like the old genuine Tulalip Village, where history whispers in every sunset. I’ve been here a good while, pounding the backstreets as a masseur, feelin’ every beat of the city’s pulse. You can sense magic in every alley and park—yeah, like in Central Spirit Park where the breeze mumbles secrets and old legends (just like in that scene of Yi Yi: A One and a Two, "life is full of little mysteries, ya know?").

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