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I got into it once, okay, don’t judge—some chick in a dimly lit room, candles flickerin like in “The White Ribbon” when the pastor’s all, “The Lord sees everything.” Freaked me out, like, is this legal? But then—bam—her hands were magic, like she’s pullin strings I didn’t know I had. Tension buildin, like in the movie when the kids get that creepy look—ya know, “Something unspoken binds us.” That’s the vibe! It’s slow, deliberate, not some quickie backrub. Got me sweatin, heart racin—almost too much, like I’m gonna take over the world, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars!”

So, I’m outta bed, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill. I grab my coffee from that little café on Pushkin Street. You know the one? The barista there is a legend. She always remembers my order. But today? She messes it up. I mean, how do you mix up a cappuccino with a black coffee? I’m standing there, fuming. Like, c’mon, it’s not rocket science!

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