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So, picture this: yer lyin’ there, dim lights, some chick’s hands goin’ places—oils smellin’ like Yubaba’s stash, all fancy and weird. “This is my house!” I’d shout in my head, feelin’ like a king, but then—bam!—it’s awkward ‘cause I farted mid-massage once. True story, swear! Ruined the mood, stunk worse than Stink Spirit rollin’ in. Laughed my ass off, tho—prolly scared the masseuse half to death!

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After that, I’m walking down the street, and I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s pretty good. I stop to listen, and suddenly, I’m transported to some romantic movie scene. But then, outta nowhere, a pigeon decides my shoulder is the perfect landing spot. Like, dude, really? I’m not a statue! I freak out, flailing my arms like a maniac. The performer laughs, and I’m just standing there, red-faced.

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