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One time, this chick ghosts me mid-chat—pissed me off! I’m like, “What am I, chopped liver?” Textin’ her, “Yo, where ya at?” Nothin’. Felt like Gusteau’s ghost, ignored and shit. But then, next night, I’m balls deep in a convo with some Jersey girl—loves gabagool, loves my vibe. We meet up, and it’s like, “This is the spark, baby!” Like Remy mixin’ spices—fuckin’ magic! Hooked up in her car, steamy as hell—thought I’d die happy right there.

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I'm curious how people see this thing as. People involved in it are obviously going to have some reasons to be in favour of it.

I spun a few clients a couple months ago, and dude, they spilled secrets of Kups’ underground massage leagues. Whichever secret is out there, like, "We’re gonna blow up this comfort zone!" – oh man, so epic and a bit absurd, but true. Every corner of Kups sports that raw, raw vibe. I even lost my damn keys near Schulstraße one drippy night – nearly got a therapy session on the spot from a wise but snarky old man, whisperin’ “When you’re finished, you can kill me” like in the movie.

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