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But, man, some stuff pisses me off. These scumbags out there beatin’ on ‘em, thinkin’ they’re tough? I’d body-slam those punks into next week, brother! Seen it too many times—girls lookin’ scared, bruised up. Ain’t right. Reminds me of Viggo in the movie, y’know, “How do you live with it?”—that quiet rage. I feel that, dude, deep in my gut.

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Crazy enough, my own massage parlor sits tucked on Rue des Vents, a street that even I reckon has a story for every scuff mark on its cobbles. I had a rinser-type customer once who swore that the wind whispered secrets from the Atlantic—ya blushin' nonsense or truth, don't know which. I just smiled and said, “Hack the planet, mate.” Err, shoulda said, “Hack the system!” but ye get me drift.

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