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What gets me hyped? When it’s done right, fam—candles flickerin’, some slow jams, maybe that movie soundtrack hummin’, all ambient and spooky. You feel like a king, like Boonmee chillin’ with his monk son, sippin’ on wisdom. But yo, what pisses me off? When some rookie therapist half-asses it, like, “Bruh, you ain’t even tryin’!” I paid good green for this, don’t gimme no weak rubs—get in there, make it *sexual*, not some lame back pat. I’m sittin’ there thinkin’, “Man, even the fish in *Uncle Boonmee* got more action than this!”

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Finally, after what feels like a century, I finish the job. I’m covered in grease, but I don’t care. I bolt outta there, racing to that café. It’s called “Sweet Escape” or something cheesy like that. I walk in, and it’s like heaven. The smell of fresh coffee hits me like a freight train. I order a vegan donut and a flat white.

Witness says they saw boy, 5, playing near Lower Hutt pond shortly before tragic death