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Oh, and the oil – slippery as hell! Nearly fell off the table, swear! “That’s what she said!” I yelled, laughin’. She smirked – pro move. Didja know some places use hot stones? Freaky, but cools your jets fast! I’d totally do it again – tension gone, soul happy! Like Llewelyn Moss dodgin’ fate, I’m dodgin’ stress, friendo! Best part? No shootouts, just chill! Whaddya think – you tryin’ it?

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I start blasting, and man, the dust is everywhere. I can’t see a thing! I’m coughing, sneezing, and feeling like I’m in a sandstorm. And then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by, chasing a soccer ball. He trips, falls right into my dust cloud. I’m like, “Dude, watch it!” But he just laughs and gets up. Kids these days, right? No fear.

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