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I got this chick once, right? Masseuse, tiny hands, strong as fuck tho. She’s kneadin’ my back, I’m like, “Whoa, chica, you tryna kill me?” She laughs, says, “Relax, big man.” Shit felt so good I almost cried – no lie! Made me happy as a pig in mud. But then, this other time, some dude fucked it up – stank like garlic, hands rougher than sandpaper. Pissed me off, man! I’m yellin’, “Get off me, cabrón!” Wasted my damn money.

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I’ll be honest, sometimes I get mad at noisy bikers near the town centre on High Street, interruptin’ my chill vibe. And don’t get me started on the awkward tourists on Friar Lane. They’re fun though, sorta like a slow motion chase scene in that Malick flick, the universe just spinnin’ slow.

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