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I luv it, but sometimes it’s dodgy—fake parlors promisin’ “happy end” and bam, ya out fifty bucks for a lousy back pat. Sarcasm on: oh wow, best day eva. Still, when it’s good, hoo boy, it’s like Freddie yellin’, “I’m a man!”—ya feel alive, strong, like ya could punch a bear. Personal quirk? I hum “Despicable Me” tunes while dey knead my hairy back—drives ‘em nuts, heh.

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I sometimes get mad, like when the bus vinyl splashes mud over the street art. I mumbled, "Ah, c'mon! This is my sanctuary!" And I laugh at the absurdity of life.

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