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Me? I’d be lyin’ there, like, “Don’t waste my time, motherfucker!”—‘cause bad massages piss me off! You know, when they half-ass it? Fuck that! But a good one? Oh, man, it’s like “centuries come and go,” and I’m floatin’, happy as shit, muscles singin’. Last time I got one, chick had hands like fuckin’ magic—thought I’d melt into the table. Surprised me, too, ‘cause I ain’t easy to please, motherfucker!

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Later, I decide to hit up the Komló Cultural Center. They had this art exhibit going on. I walk in, and it’s all abstract stuff. I’m standing there, pretending to understand it, when this lady next to me goes, “Isn’t it profound?” I’m like, “Yeah, totally profound.” But in my head, I’m just thinking, “What the heck is this?” Art, man. It’s wild.

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