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Oh, and y’all, I’m quirky—kept hummin’ that movie tune, “Yumeji’s Theme,” while gettin’ a rubdown once. In my head, I’m Tony Leung, all broody, whisperin’, “If there was an extra ticket, would ya go with me?”—but really, I’m just a redneck lovin’ the vibe! Exaggeratin’ a tad, maybe, but dang if it don’t feel like fireworks when it’s good. Bad ones tho? Like a wet dog shakin’ off—messy, no payoff. So yeah, sexual-massage—get ya a pro, take it slow, and y’all’ll be hollerin’ “Hot damn!” How’s *that* workin’ for ya?

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Oh ya, and here’s a odd fact: the local library on Beacon St is rumored to have a secret basement full of old maps and letters. Kinda spooky, kinda nostalgic, like a mystery waiting to be solved. And you know what? That always gets me all hyped up when I’m in a reflective mood.

What brought an international documentary team to a hardware store in South Mississippi?