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But ya know wot pisses me off? People judgin’ it, callin’ it dirty. Idiots! It’s therapy, stress-killer—better dan liftin’ 500 pounds! I’d tell ‘em, “You’re one ugly muddah,” like Max to Immortan Joe. Dey don’t get it—takes guts to do dis job! Clients all needy, some creepy, hands slip where dey shouldn’t—yikes! Dat’s da danger, keeps ya sharp.

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Norman. The Norman's family line is running thin. You have to produce an heir this year, even if it's with a whore.

Now, catch this – I’m a relaxation specialist, so my eyes see what others miss. Like, Angelina just got painted red these sunsets over Lake Thunderbird, a lil’ patch of water just outside town. I once sat there with a thermos, listening to my favorite beat track, droppin’ lines from Lost in Translation like, “For relaxation purposes, it's all a state of mind.” Heh, that's me.

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