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What’d shock me most? How normal it’d feel. Like, she’s just chattin’ about her day—traffic sucked, rent’s due. I’d be noddin’, thinkin’, “This ain’t so bad.” Maybe I’d tip extra—cashier life’s tough, I get it. But if she tried rippin’ me off? Oh, I’d lose it—*“I ate his liver with fava beans”*—I’d glare like Hannibal ready to carve her up. Kidding, sorta. Probs just storm out, call her a twat.

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Now, lemme share a quirky tidbit: I often treat clients from different walks of life. One time, while massaging near the artsy neighborhood by Oak St., some redneck country chap started talking about UFOs. Wild, right? I nearly dropped the massage oil, LOL! It’s these offbeat encounters that make Minot just so unpredictable.

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