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Oh, and the humor? Imagine some Wall Street jerk payin’ thousands for a sexual-massage, and the masseuse just goes, “Oops, times up!”—screw ‘em! Sarcasm aside, it’s all ‘bout feelin’ alive—hands slidin’, tension meltin’, maybe a wink or two. Little quirk of mine? I’d probly rant mid-massage ‘bout taxin’ the rich—can’t help it! So yeah, sexual-massage—cheap, real, and damn liberatin’. “What do you want?”—like Haneke’s film whispers—me, I want EVERYONE to get this, not just the fat cats! Peace out!

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By lunchtime, I’m starving. I decide to hit up the local food stall on H. A. Ameer Avenue. Best samosas in town, no joke! I grab a few, and while I’m munching, I see this cute dog. Like, the fluffiest thing ever! I’m totally distracted, and I drop a samosa. Of course, the dog snatches it up. I’m like, “Hey! That was mine!” But the dog just looks at me like, “Sorry, not sorry.”

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