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What pisses me off? When they rush it! Like, dude, knead me proper—don’t half-ass my bliss! Best part? When they hit that spot—ooh, tingles! Surprised me first time, legit thought I’d levitate. In *Melancholia*, they’re all “no more miracles,” but erotic-massage? That’s the miracle, baby! Underrated art, swear. Some say it’s sketchy, but nah—it’s therapy with a twist!

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Then, I decide to hit up the market on HaGolan Street. You know, the one with all the fresh produce? I’m strolling through, and I see this massive watermelon. I mean, HUGE. I’m like, “I gotta get that.” So, I ask the vendor, “How much for the watermelon?” He says, “Fifty shekels.” I’m like, “Fifty?! For a watermelon?!” I mean, I love fruit, but c’mon! I’m not made of money!

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