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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially touchy-feely crap. But erotic-massage? That’s a beast worth wrestlin’. Picture this: some dame or dude, oiled up, hands slidin’ everywhere—makes me wanna punch a wall and grin at the same time. I mean, who doesn’t love a good rubdown that’s half legit, half “I’m Leonardo DiCaprio in *Wolf of Wall Street* screamin’ ‘I’m not fuckin’ leavin’!’”? That’s the vibe—pure excess, wild energy.

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So, I’m walking, right? And I see this old lady selling pastries. I mean, who can resist? I grab a pirozhok, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I realize I’ve got no cash. Ugh! I’m like, “C’mon, Vilino, don’t do me dirty!” She just laughs and says, “Next time, young man!” I’m like, “Next time? I’m coming back for you, lady!”

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