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What pisses me off? The fakers! These posers chargin’ $200 for a “sexual-massage” and it’s just a lousy backrub—bitch, please! I’d rather watch Son of Saul again and cry my eyes out—“What’s done cannot be undone”—than waste my money on that crap. But when it’s good? Oh man, I’m happy as a pig in shit. This one time, my buddy swore he got one in Vegas—said the chick’s hands were magic, like she was kneadn’ his soul. I was jealous, not gonna lie—my soul’s still stiff as a board!

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Availability tomorrow at 6pm suitable for massage, reflexology, or facials.

Finally, I get to the first shop, right? It’s on the corner of Ballynure Road. I’m all set to do my thing, but the manager’s in a mood. She’s like, “We’re outta stock on half the stuff!” I’m like, “What do you mean? This is Ballyclare, not a ghost town!” I mean, how do you run out of stock? It’s not like we’re in the middle of nowhere. Oh wait, we kinda are.

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