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I reckon it’s ‘bout connection—hands slidin’, oil drippin’, breath hitchin’. Ain’t no rushin’ this, nah, it’s art! Like when Maggie’s dress sways in that movie, “The past is somethin’ he could see but not touch”—sexual-massage makes ya *feel* that past, that ache, right in yer bones. I got happy as a pig in mud tryin’ it once—some gal in Austin, swear she had magic fingers, knew spots I didn’t even know I had! Little fact for ya: them ancient Greeks? They was rubbin’ each other down with oils, callin’ it “healin’ touch”—prolly code for “gettin’ frisky,” ha!

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I ride home, the streets of Bezdead quiet now. I’m exhausted but happy. I think about the craziness of the day. The bets, the parrot, the chaos. It’s all part of the game, right?