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But real talk, it ain’t all laughs. Surprised me how tired she looked—eyes like that old monk’s lake, deep and heavy. “Every man’s a burden,” she says, and I’m like, damn, that’s dark. Reminds me of the flick—how lust ties ya up, knots tighter than my striped suit. I’m thinkin, “Babe, you need a vacay, not another john.” Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d teleport her to Maui if I could—poof! Gone!

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I’m like, “No way! This can’t be happening!” The driver’s all apologetic, but I’m seeing red. My workshop! My stoves! I’m ready to blow a gasket. But then, I notice the guy’s got a box of fresh fish. I mean, who can stay mad when there’s fish involved? So, I take a deep breath and say, “Alright, let’s sort this out.”

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