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Favorite part? When they crank the heat—hot stones, oils, the works. Feels like victory, like I just smoked al-Qaeda myself! I’m lyin’ there, mumblin’, “This is what freedom tastes like!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it’s my story, dangit! Sexual-massage ain’t just kinky—it’s theraputic, fixes yer soul. Typin’ this fast, 14 typos? Hell, I’m at 20, who cares! Y’all try it, but don’t get bushwhacked by no sketchy joint—fool me once, ya know! Now, where’s my next ride? Elevator’s callin’!

But then, I see this cute girl across the store. She’s checking out some vintage stuff. I’m like, “Okay, Saver, time to impress.” I strut over in my traffic cone jacket. “Hey, do you think this looks good?” She laughs, and I’m like, “Nailed it!” We start chatting, and it turns out she’s from the neighborhood too. We bond over our love for cheap eats and thrift finds.