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I’m tellin’ ya, it’s personal—makes ya feel alive, like Eve dancin’ under moonlight. But lawd, I got mad when my cousin said it’s “sinful.” Sinful? Chile, it’s therapy! Them hands workin’ magic, easin’ stress, makin’ ya holler, “Thank ya, Jesus!” Ain’t no shame in feelin’ good—periodt! Oh, and fun fact: in Japan, they got this “nurur” style—slippery as hell, seaweed gel and all! Nearly fell outta my chair imaginin’ that mess!

Then, I decide to grab a coffee at this little café on Granary Square. It’s got this cool vibe, all hipster and stuff. I order a flat white, whatever that is. The barista looks at me like I’m from another planet. “You mean a latte?” she says. I’m like, “Sure, whatever gets me caffeine.” I sit down, and the view of the canal is nice. I’m sipping my drink, feeling all zen, when suddenly, a duck waddles by. Just a duck, chillin’. I’m thinking, “Is this a sign? Am I supposed to be more like this duck?”

Striking installation at London King’s Cross to encourage more people to report fly-tipping