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Me, I’m dreamin’ of a world where sexual-massage is for the 99%! No $10,000 retreats for the elite—gimme a break! “We’re all just data to them,” like in “Her,” but with a good masseuse, you’re alive, feelin’ every damn tingle! I’m gettin’ worked up typin’ this—18 typos, who cares? It’s real, it’s messy, like life! So, next time you’re achin’, skip the billionaires’ bullshit spas—find a Trish, tip her big, and tell ‘em Bernie sent ya! “Billionaires should not exist!”—damn straight!

At the pub, it’s packed. I’m talking about the kind of crowd that makes you feel alive. We’re laughing, sharing stories, and I’m feeling all the good vibes. But then, outta nowhere, someone spills a drink all over me. I’m soaked! I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!” But instead of getting mad, I just laugh it off.