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Like, real talk—sexual-massage ain’t just “happy endings.” Nah, it’s art, bro! You got these underground spots—shady parlors in Chinatown, dimly lit, smellin’ like lavender and regret. Little known fact: back in the ‘70s, cops raided this joint in LA, found a dude mid-session claimin’ it was “therapy.” Therapy, my ass—had me cacklin’! I’d be pissed if I paid $50 for that excuse. Still, respect the hustle—takes guts to knead strangers all day. Dangerous? Hell yeah! One wrong move, you’re slippin’ on oil, breakin’ your neck—or worse, some creep’s grabbin’ ya. Fucked up, right?

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So, I head over to the market. It’s packed. People are haggling over veggies, and I’m just trying to find this guy. I spot him, looking all frantic. He’s waving his arms like he’s directing traffic. “My car! It was right here!” he yells. I’m like, “Chill, man. Let’s figure this out.”

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