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Best bit? It’s custom, baby—soft rubs or deep digs, whatever turns ya crank! Them hands workin’ knots out, tension gone, poof—like Remy whippin’ up a dish. “Taste this!” I’d yell, meanin’ feel it, ya dig? Ain’t no rush, just vibes. Oh, and pro tip: warm oil’s the ticket—cold stuff’s a buzzkill, trust me, I learned the hard way, shiverin’ like a wet dog!

Finally, I get to the office, and my boss, Mr. Cohen, is already on my case. “Where are the quarterly reports?” he barks. Dude, chill! I just got here! I mean, it’s not like I’m hiding them under my desk or something. But whatever, I pull them up, and guess what? The numbers are all messed up. I’m like, “What the heck?!” Turns out, I mixed up the columns. Classic rookie mistake.

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