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Last week, I tried it—sketchy parlor downtown. Neon sign blinkin “Massage,” but ya know it’s more. Walked in, smellin like lavender and bad decisions. Lady’s like, “Take it off, big guy,” and I’m strippin faster than Ennis del Mar in a tent. “I can’t quit you,” I mutter, half-jokin, half-hopin she don’t hear. She starts, hands strong as hell—lumberjack approved. Then it gets weird—good weird. Fingers dancin near my ass, I’m like, “Oi, that’s new!” Felt like choppin wood but backwards—relief, not work. Got me happy as a pig in mud, but also pissed—why’d I wait so long?

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So, I decide to take a stroll down to the port. You know, the one where all the fishermen hang out? I needed to clear my head. The smell of the sea hits me, and for a second, I forget about the wood. I see this old guy selling grilled fish, and I’m like, “Why not?” I grab a plate, and it’s the best thing I’ve tasted all week. Seriously, it’s like a flavor explosion!

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