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Me? I’m chill, fam—prolly overthink it, like, “Is she cool? She sketchy?” Mind racin like I’m tryna save Sen from that bathhouse grind. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but that’s how it feel! You gotta move smart—don’t be no lost pig, eatin slop, ya dig? “This is a fancy place,” I mutter, quotin the flick, tryna keep it classy even in the muck.

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This article responds to Harold Bloom's call to 'read for the clinamen'– an author's creative misprision of, or characteristic divergence.

My massage room? It’s on Birch Way, near that big, old clock tower that’s been tickin’ since forever. Clients always say, "Stupid, fat hobbit, your place has magic!" And I tells ‘em, “Yes, yes, precious, like the film’s vagueness, like the confusion of lost heads!”

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