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What gets me hyped? When they hit that spot—neck, back, wherever—and you’re like, “Damn, I’m alive!” Pure bliss, no cap. But yo, what pisses me off? When they rush it, half-assin’ the rubdown. Like, bruh, I’m payin’ for the full “I ain’t scared of nothin’” vibe from the movie, not some quickie bullshit. Gimme that slow burn, that “Robert Ford tremblin’” energy—make me feel it deep.

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Suddenly, the fire alarm goes off. Seriously? In the middle of my writing? Everyone’s scrambling, and I’m just standing there like a deer in headlights. I grab my stuff and head down the stairs. It’s chaos! People are pushing, shoving, and I’m just trying not to trip.

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