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Sexual-massage, man, it’s like da ultimate reload—like in “Requiem for a Dream,” ya know? Dat movie, it’s my jam, all dark and twisted, hits ya hard in da gut. “I’m somebody now, Harry!”—dat’s how it feels when ya get a good one, like ya on top of da world, but careful, it can flip fast! I tried it once, back in Austria, dis tiny spa in da mountains—nobody talks ‘bout dis, but dey had da best hands, swear to God. Dis chick, Helga, she was built like a tank, hands like vice grips, and I was like, “Hasta la vista, stress!” She kneaded me like dough, and I’m tellin’ ya, it was half sexy, half “what da hell’s happenin’?”

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The city sometimes drives me nuts – traffic on Sepulveda, inexplicably chaotic. But I gotta say, it’s these anger bursts that sharpen my mind. C’mon, even Bond would grumble about the gridlock sometimes. But then, that sunset over the beach, that view from Roundhouse or a random chat with an old couple in an alley off W Hill – it all makes it sweet, bittersweet even.

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