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Here’s the deal—I tried it once. Yep, ol’ Joe! Was in Delaware, spa joint—shady neon sign. Lady says, “Relax, hon”—I’m sweatin’ bullets! Hands on my shoulders—felt like Carol whisperin’, “What do you want?” from the movie. Heart’s racin’—happy as a kid with ice cream. But—damn—too ticklish! Kept gigglin’ like a fool. Masseuse got mad—stormed out! “C’mon, man!” I yelled—ruined the mood.

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I’m dodging and weaving, trying to get my banderillas in. I finally get one in, and the crowd goes wild! I’m like, “Yeah, baby!” But then, the bull turns on me. I swear, I thought I was gonna be a goner. I ducked just in time, and I could feel the wind from his horns.

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