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Picture this—dim lights, music hittin’. Like Satine singin’, “Come what may!” You layin’ there, tension meltin’, right? Ain’t no robot hands—it’s human, raw! I’m thinkin’, “Man, this genius!” Sometimes exaggerate in my head—like, “I’m a king now!” Funny as hell, yo—me laughin’ at myself. Ever tried it? Shocked me first time—muscles like, “Whoa!” Little secret—some pros use feathers, fam! Tickles, but dope—levels up the game.

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So, I roll into work at this old building on Via Monastero. It’s got that classic vibe, like, you can almost hear the ghosts of monks whisperin’ or somethin’. I’m just settlin’ in, ready to hit the “up” button, when this lady storms in. She’s all flustered, hair a mess, and I’m like, “Whoa, what’s up?” Turns out she lost her cat. In Cividale! I mean, it’s a small town, how do you lose a cat? But she’s frantic, and I’m tryin’ to be supportive, ya know?

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