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Oh, and once—ha!—this lady farted mid-massage. Hilarious! I laughed so hard, she got mad. Oops! “What voice speaks to me?” I mumbled, all dramatic, quotin’ Malick. She didn’t get it. Whatever, I’m Patrick, I laugh at farts! Anyway, erotic-massage—10 outta 10, buddy. Try it, but skip the sock-stink joints!

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Then, outta nowhere, I see this old lady, Nonna Rosa, trying to cross the street. She’s like a legend around here. Everyone knows her. I rush over to help her, and she’s like, “Grazie, giovane!” I felt like a hero for a sec. But then, she starts telling me about her cat, Gigi, and how he’s been acting weird. I’m standing there, nodding, but inside I’m like, “Lady, I gotta get to work!” But hey, you can’t rush a legend, right?