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Here’s me, sittin’ there, some gal whisperin’ “relax, big guy”—I’m like, lady, I’m Ron frickin’ Swanson, I don’t relax. Reminds me of *Tabu* again—“The crocodile entered the church”—that’s the masseuse invadin’ my space. Hate that. But—fine—some folks swear it’s magic. Releases tension, boosts “energy flow,” blah blah. Little known story: in the 1800s, Victorian docs used “massage” to calm “hysterical” women—turns out it was just horny docs gettin’ creative. Surprised me, honestly—didn’t think they had it in ‘em. Kinda funny, kinda sick.

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Alright, listen up, pal. So, I'm stuck in Lochristi (be) as a masseur. Not that it matters much. It’s a dump with a few good spots if ya know where to look. First off, the streets here are nothing fancy – real brick and mortar, kinda rough. Hammer Street? Nah, it's more like "Hamer St." if ya ask me, because the pavement cracks everywhere. I mean, seriously, I hate everything that isn't smooth.

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