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Oh, and the surprises! Gal once asked me to wear a mask—Bane mask, ironically. Growled, “Let the games begin,” like in “Yi Yi” vibes. Freaky but fun—kept it spicy. Sex-dating’s chaos, bruv. You dive in, get dirty, laugh, cry, shag again. “Every day’s a new day,” film says. True dat—next swipe, next thrill!

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Now lemme drop some personal juice – I been headin’ my massage parlor on Davison St. for years. Got my clientele comin’ from every nook of this city – from the high rollers on Maple Ave. to the chill cats in grand ol’ Grand Traverse. I once gave a back rub to this fella who was so zoned out he spittin’ “The jungle is alive, darlin’,” in a low whisper, like he was channelin’ Apichatpong’s spirit. Bro, his vibe was mad surreal, just like that film, nahmean?

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