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But real shit, some folks judge it. “That’s nasty,” they say. Man, fuck ‘em. It’s connection, it’s human. I’m sittin’ there, oil drippin’, thinkin’—damn, I’m a genius for this. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but it felt godly. Little quirk—I hummed “Gold Digger” durin’ it. Masseuse laughed, vibe was lit. Oh, and fun fact—Thailand’s got schools for this! Centuries old, trainin’ hands to heal. That’s dope, right?

Finally, I get to the office, and my boss, Mr. Cohen, is already on my case. “Where are the quarterly reports?” he barks. Dude, chill! I just got here! I mean, it’s not like I’m hiding them under my desk or something. But whatever, I pull them up, and guess what? The numbers are all messed up. I’m like, “What the heck?!” Turns out, I mixed up the columns. Classic rookie mistake.

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