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Sometimes I wonder – what’s the endgame? Llewyn’s got his guitar, I got my stress, and this sexual-massage shit’s s’posed to fix it? “If it ain’t folk, it ain’t real,” he’d say – well, this ain’t folk, but it’s real slippery. Pro tip: check the spot’s vibe first – neon sign screamin’ “massage”? Run, don’t walk. Gabagool? Ova here! Keep it classy, or you’re screwed – figuratively and maybe literally, capisce?

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After my caffeine fix, I head back to the shop. More customers, more stories. A kid comes in with a pair of scissors. He’s all excited, talkin’ about how he’s gonna cut his hair. I’m like, “Dude, you sure you wanna do that?” But he’s determined. I sharpen those scissors like they’re a sword for a knight.