It's been there, that mystifyingly torqued and crested mass of bone, sitting atop your legs and sprouting up into your spine, for all your waking days. Wrapped up in all kinds of muscle, tied in ligament and tendon well you've got to let it out. Let it breathe, make some space up in there for a bit o' tilt, a bit o' swing, maybe a gy-ration or two.
It's time to free the pelvis. Accept no other measures.
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