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Thing that pisses me off? Prudes judgin’ it—like, chill, Karen, it’s just a rubdown with *benefits*! Had this one client once, swore it was “just therapy,” then moaned louder than a bilgesnipe in heat—hypocrisy, mate, gets me ragin’! But when it’s good? Oh, I’m happy as a trickster with a stolen scepter—skin glowin’, stress gone, “I am alive in this moment,” like the movie says.

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Fast forward to the race. I’m on Thunderbolt, and let me tell ya, he’s still not havin’ it. We’re lined up, and I can feel the tension in the air. The crowd’s goin’ wild, shoutin’ and cheerin’. I’m tryin’ to focus, but then I spot this guy in the stands, wearin’ a bright pink hat. Like, who wears that? I can’t help but laugh.

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