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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson—deadpan, “I hate everything”—and I ain’t no Hawaii, whatever that means. Erotic-massage? Pfft, overrated nonsense. Buncha sweaty hands rubbin’ ya down like yer a damn ribeye. I saw this flick, *Tabu*—Miguel Gomes, 2012—my kinda movie. Slow, weird, moody as hell. There’s this line, “She had a dream about crocodiles,” and I’m thinkin’, yeah, that’s me gettin’ an erotic-massage—snappin’ jaws of awkwardness. Hate it. Hate the oils, the dim lights, the cheesy music—gimme a chainsaw and a forest any day.

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Then, outta nowhere, I see my buddy Ahmed. He’s on the other side, and he’s got this wild look in his eyes. I’m like, “What’s up, man?” He yells back, “I think I saw a cat in there!” A CAT?! I’m like, “Dude, focus!” But I can’t help but laugh. Only in Dhihdhoo, right?

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