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What pisses me off? The fakers. Masseuses acting all innocent— “Oh, just relieving stress!”—while they’re grazing spots that’d make a priest blush. Everybody lies, told ya. Had one once, chick’s hands were magic, but her poker face? Oscar-worthy. Made me happy tho—tension gone, head fuzzy, like Doc smoking a joint in *Inherent Vice*. “What’s up with the face, man?”—that’s me, grinning like an idiot post-massage.

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I finally get to her place, and there’s Mr. Whiskers, looking all smug like he’s the king of the jungle. I’m like, “Dude, you’re not Tarzan.” The lady’s crying, half-laughing, half-sobbing. I’m just trying to keep it together. I mean, it’s a cat, but it’s also a cat with a dramatic flair.

Jagadeesh Daneti brings Hollywood to India – Mr. Prakash Javdekar