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I mean, lemme tell ya, I was shocked—SHOCKED—when I learned this ain’t just some rich folks’ spa gig. Nah, sexual-massage goes back, like, centuries! Ancient Greeks? They were rubbin’ down athletes with oils, gettin’ all sensual with it—prolly didn’t even know it’d turn into this billion-dollar racket today! Billionaires should not exist, man, ‘specially not the ones hoggin’ all the good masseuses! Makes me wanna yell—why’s it gotta cost an arm and a leg for a decent rubdown? I’m pissed thinkin’ bout it!

I grab a few dresses, and just as I’m about to head to the fitting room, I see this guy. He’s trying to impress his date, but he’s totally failing. He’s holding this hideous shirt, and I’m like, “Dude, no.” I can’t help myself. I lean over and say, “Bro, that’s a hard pass.” He looks at me like I’m nuts, but hey, someone had to say it!