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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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I was walkin’ down Maple and 3rd the other day – not too long ago, like last week – and I felt this rush of nostalgia, ya know? Reminded me of a scene from “The Return” – that aching beauty, that wild, raw honesty. I swear, the wind there whispered, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President.” Totally surreal! I mean, who leaves home without feelin' that perfect pinch of bittersweet longing? It’s all, hmm, poetic vibes.

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