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I reckon it’s like in “A Serious Man”—ya know, my fave flick by them Coen boys. That poor fella Larry Gopnik, he’s all wound up tighter than a bull’s behind in fly season. “Accept the mystery,” they say in the movie, right? Well, erotic-massage is a mystery worth acceptin’, lemme tell ya! Hands slidin’ all over, oil slicker than a Texas rig, and yer brain’s like, “What in tarnation’s happenin’ here?” Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Fool me twice—well, ya can’t fool me again, ‘cause I’m hooked!

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After that, I’m feeling a bit frazzled, ya know? I decide to grab a coffee at that little café on Haharina Street. Best coffee in Sartana, hands down. I walk in, and the barista, Oksana, she’s got this huge smile. I’m like, “Yes, please!” But then, outta nowhere, this kid spills juice all over the floor. I’m talking a full-on tidal wave of orange juice. Oksana slips, and I’m just standing there like a deer in headlights.

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