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What gets me happy? The hustle. These girls, man, they’re survivors—tougher than Monty facin’ his last night. But the creeps? Oh, the creeps make me wanna puke. Sweaty losers lyin’ to themselves—“I’m a good guy, just lonely.” Sure, pal, and I’m Mother Teresa with a cane. Everybody lies, specially there. Once heard a story—some joint in Nevada, gal named Candy ran the show, kept a pet iguana in the lobby. Freaked the johns out, but they paid extra for the thrill. True? Who knows—sounds badass tho.

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Now, lemme get one thing straight – I ain't no softie. As a masseur, I've seen more backs than a used furniture store. And trust me, I've learned more 'bout human tension than any self-help guru. I even got a bit philosophical when a stressed-out client mumblin’ “It is not my fault…” – yup, straight out from Leviathan. You know what? Even Judge Judy would roll her eyes at that excuse! And, “Don't pee on my leg, mister!” yeah, that one still rings in my head every time someone complains like they’re born with knots in their muscles.

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