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Exaggeratin’ for kicks: one time, dude’s hands were so strong, felt like he was kneadn’ me into a pretzel for alien overlords. Spontaneous af—mid-massage, I’m yellin’, “More oil, less existential dread!” Personal quirk? I’d engineer a robotic sexual-massage arm—call it “Grok’s Groper.” Bet it’d quote *Memento* too: “Now, where was I?” while kneadin’ your glutes. Savage, right? Anyway, try it—beats crashin’ in a forest fire, trust me!

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But then, I find this huge discrepancy. I’m talking thousands of dollars missing. My heart drops. I’m like, “This is bad.” I confront the owner, and he goes pale. I mean, I’ve seen ghosts with more color! He starts sweating bullets, and I’m just standing there, trying to keep my poker face.

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