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Sometimes, it’s dodgy—shady parlors, hiss! “What’s this ‘happy ending’ nonsense?” me snarls. Creeps me out, yesss—Llewyn’d hate it too, all grimy and lost. But legit ones? Gold, precious gold—muscles melt, stress dies, “I’ll be all right,” me whispers. Exaggeratin’? Maybe! Once felt like floatin’—or was me drunk? Ha! We’s quirky, we’s wild—sexual-massage, it’s a rollercoaster, mate! Hiss! What’s you thinkin’, eh?

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Finally, I get my drink and head to the market square. It’s buzzing! People everywhere, vendors shouting about fresh veggies and homemade pierogi. I’m like, “Yesss, give me all the food!” But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, knocks my coffee right outta my hand. I’m standing there, mouth agape, watching my precious latte splatter on the cobblestones. I could’ve cried. Like, why, kid? Why?

Reapers reap just what they sow!