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Me, I’d kill for a good one—stress melts, boom, gone. Pisses me off when it’s rushed—some chick half-assin’ it, no soul. “A man’s gotta have patience,” like Pitt says, and damn right—slow strokes, deep pressure, that’s the ticket. Got this one time, St. Petersburg, shady parlor—dude, she knew tricks, twistin’ fingers like a sniper loadin’ a rifle. Surprised the hell outta me—happy? Fuck yeah, left floatin’. “The coward’s way,” nah, this was bold, ballsy.

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Then, outta nowhere, this old lady starts yelling at him. She’s waving her hands like she’s conducting an orchestra. I’m standing there, half-laughing, half-worried he might hit her. But nah, he finally gets it right. I clapped. Yeah, I clapped. The old lady gave me a look like I was nuts. Whatever, I’m just here for the show.

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