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Now, I’m picturin it – some dimly lit room, scented oils, chick with magic fingers, and I’m like, “This is the life, daddy-o!” Reminds me of *City of God* when Benny says, “I wanna chill, man.” Sexual-massage is that chill! But then – ugh – ya get them creepy Yelp reviews: “She didn’t finish me off!” Boo-hoo, loser, it’s a massage, not a porno! Pisses me off – entitled jerks ruinin it for everyone.

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Finally, I get to the office, and guess what? My boss is in a mood. He’s pacing like a caged lion. “Where have you been?” he growls. I’m like, “Chill, man. I’m here now.” But he’s not having it. He throws a stack of papers at me. “Get these done!”

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