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Now, tie this to *The Turin Horse*, right – that flick’s bleak, slow as a dead horse draggin, and I love it. “The wind’s blowin fierce,” like the old man says, and I’m sittin there, gettin this sexual-massage, thinkin – life’s just this, ain’t it? Grind, then a weird rubdown. Little known fact – them old sailors, back in port, they’d get these “special massages” from dockside gals, traded fish for a feel, kept it hush-hush. History’s kinky, yo!

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But then, outta nowhere, this little kid runs in. He’s like, “Mister, you can fix it!” I’m thinking, “Kid, I’m not a superhero.” But I give it a shot. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen? I end up crawling under the counter, and guess what? I find a loose wire! Boom! Power’s back on, and the kid’s cheering like I just won the World Cup.