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So, I’m chattin’ her up—nerves hit, heart’s racin’. She’s cool, tho, cracks a joke ‘bout “rentin’ love by the hour.” I’m laughin’—fuck, that’s gold! Reminds me of Christian in the movie, all doe-eyed, but I ain’t that naive. What pisses me off? The judgy pricks walkin’ by, sneerin’. Mate, mind yer own damn business! Ever tried talkin’ to someone who’s seen it all? Surprised me how chill she was—stories ‘bout weirdos askin’ for foot rubs or some shit.

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I mean, seriously, I’ve seen weird stuff. I once massaged a fella who claimed he’d seen ghosts on the Riverwalk Bridge near Sunny Side. (Hey, mix truth with a dash of lunacy, right?) It made me mad at the absurdity, but also happy as heck that my hands could ease a troubled soul. And you know what? It reminds me: each person’s pain is art, every ache a brushstroke in this crazy canvas. Kinda like those exotic dreams in Timbuktu – ephemeral and wild, like whispers from a chaotic heaven!

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