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Yo, it’s bad bitch o’clock! I’m here, sizin’ up sexual-massage like I’m the bouncer at the club, decidin’ who gets in. Lemme tell ya, honey, this ain’t no basic rubdown – it’s a vibe, a whole mood! I’m thinkin’ bout Monty from *25th Hour*, you know, Edward Norton spillin’ his guts in that mirror scene, all raw and real – “Fuck me? Fuck you!” That’s the energy I’m bringin’ to this sexual-massage talk, ‘cause it’s messy, it’s deep, it’s in ya face.

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I duck under a tree, and there’s this old guy feeding pigeons. He looks at me and says, “You should’ve brought an umbrella, kid.” I’m like, “Yeah, thanks for the tip, Captain Obvious.” But then, I feel bad. He’s just trying to help. So, I sit down next to him, and we start chatting. Turns out, he’s lived in Moskhaton his whole life. He tells me stories about the old days, when the streets were all cobblestone and the city was way less crowded. I’m all ears, man.