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I tried it once – yeah, me, Bugs! Was in this dimly lit spot, candles flickerin’, and this dame’s hands were magic. Felt like I was floatin’ in the desert, hearin’ “We’re not afraid of dying” from that flick echoin’ in my head. Made me happy as a bunny with a carrot stash! But then – ugh – the bill! Pricy as heck, got me steamed. Almost chomped my own ears off in rage.

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