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But this clown? He’s still sittin’ there, sippin’ slow. I’m like, “Find a prostitute? Find a shower first, stank!” He don’t know I’m half serious, half playin’. I exaggerate, hollerin’, “You gon’ catch somethin’ penicillin won’t fix!” My barback laughs, and I’m feelin’ good—sass keeps me young, halleluyer! I tell him, “Go home, boo, ain’t no butterfly here—just moths!” He stumbles out, and I’m like, *Good riddance, chile!* Life’s too short for dumbasses!

Bloomington

The rules of the club are stringent, extending even to couples, which I found reassuring. Any grievances raised are treated with utmost seriousness, further enhancing the overall club .

Aight, so here’s the scoop: I’m a masseur, right? And my work gives me eyes everywhere. I see tension in people like I see cracks in the pavement on Waasstraat... or sumthin’. Everyone’s got their story, eh, almost like a scene outta "Inherent Vice" – man, surreal, wild, so trippy sometimes! Like, “Far out, man!”

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