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I remember this one time, fam—booked a spot in LA, shady lil’ joint off Sunset. Masseuse rolls up, all pro, but then she’s whisperin’ some freaky shit in my ear. Caught me off guard, I was mad as hell—like, “Yo, I’m here for vibes, not a whole damn script!” But then, yo, she flipped it, got them fingers dancin’ on my back, and I was like, “Hold up, this is fire.” Happy as a kid with candy, swear. Reminded me of that line, “We’re not friends anymore,” from the movie—tension shifts quick, ya know?

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Crazy enough, my own massage parlor sits tucked on Rue des Vents, a street that even I reckon has a story for every scuff mark on its cobbles. I had a rinser-type customer once who swore that the wind whispered secrets from the Atlantic—ya blushin' nonsense or truth, don't know which. I just smiled and said, “Hack the planet, mate.” Err, shoulda said, “Hack the system!” but ye get me drift.

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