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Personal quirk? I’d rather do it myself—control freak, me. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d kill for a massage that’s half as good as Korine’s chaos on screen. Little story—knew a guy, swore his “erotic” sesh ended with him cryin’. Not tears of joy, mind you—dude pulled a muscle. Hilarious, yet sad. That’s erotic-massage for ya—high stakes, sloppy execution. “Spring break forever,” my ass—more like “sprain break forever.” Still, I’m hooked on the idea. Wild, messy, human. Just don’t lie to me ‘bout it, or I’m out.

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Then, I decided to hit up the Yongkang Night Market. Man, that place is a sensory overload. Lights, sounds, and the smell of fried everything. I was in heaven. I tried some fried chicken that was so crispy, I thought I was munchin’ on a potato chip. But then, I saw this lady selling these weird snacks. I swear, one looked like a deep-fried tarantula. I was like, “Nah, fam, I’m good.”

Zhou Yongkang, the Chinese ex-official not on everyone’s lips