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Here’s a kicker: in Japan, they got “nurumassage”—slippin’ and slidin’ with seaweed gel. Seaweed! Who thinks that up? Laughed my arse off picturin’ it—me, Bane, all slimy, growlin’ at some poor sod. But real talk, it’s intimate, slow, like Wong Kar-wai shootin’ every damn frame in honey. “Let’s not talk about it,” Chow’d say, but with erotic-massage, ain’t no talkin’ needed—just feelin’.

Then, boom! The power goes out. Just like that. I’m in the dark, and the teens are freaking out. I’m like, “Chill, it’s just a blackout!” But they’re all screaming like it’s the end of the world. I grab my phone, turn on the flashlight, and start making shadow puppets. Yeah, I’m that guy.

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