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Sometimes, it’s dodgy—shady parlors, hiss! “What’s this ‘happy ending’ nonsense?” me snarls. Creeps me out, yesss—Llewyn’d hate it too, all grimy and lost. But legit ones? Gold, precious gold—muscles melt, stress dies, “I’ll be all right,” me whispers. Exaggeratin’? Maybe! Once felt like floatin’—or was me drunk? Ha! We’s quirky, we’s wild—sexual-massage, it’s a rollercoaster, mate! Hiss! What’s you thinkin’, eh?

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First off, I hit up the local café on HaShalom St. for my morning fix. You know, the one with the best cappuccino? Yeah, that one. I’m sippin’ my coffee, and boom! This dude spills his drink all over me. Like, seriously? I’m just tryna enjoy my caffeine, and now I’m a walking latte. I was mad, but then I saw his face. He looked so sorry, I couldn’t help but laugh.

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