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So, ye want it good? Find a soul who knows the map—neck, back, them secret coves. Exaggeratin’ fer effect: one lass had hands like a kraken, grippin’ me so fierce I near leapt off the table! “More oil, less death grip!” I hollered. Laughed meself silly after. Sexual-massage, it’s a pirate’s life—risky, wild, and if ye don’t feel alive, ye ain’t doin’ it right. Savvy? Now, where’s me rum?

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I got a favorite spot, too – not far from my pad, near Hamilton Ave. There’s this busted little park, McKeesport Park, where the locals hang, chat, and sometimes even share a laugh. Its benches are worn out as fuck, but they got character – kinda like me. I once had a massage client cry on one of those benches ‘cause the weight of life hit him hard. Wild, unpredictable, and raw, just like that movie, Shame – "You ever been down that road, motherf***er?" I swear I hear that line echoin’ every damn day.

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