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I tried it once—don’t tell Jill! Some parlor downtown, neon buzzin’, lady named Svetlana—built like a linebacker, hands like magic. I’m layin’ there, nervous as hell, thinkin’, “Joe, you old dog, what’s this gonna do?” Then—bam!—she’s kneadin’ me like dough, and I’m floatin’. Happiest I been since Obama hugged me in ’16. But, folks, here’s the kicker: cost me 80 bucks! Eighty! I was steamed—thought I’d get a deal, y’know, senior discount or somethin’. Nope. “Pay up, dedushka,” she says—Russian for gramps. Total rip-off, but damn, I’d do it again.

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First off, I grab my guitar, head out, and stroll down to Place de la Mairie. It’s a chill spot, ya know? I’m strummin’ a few chords, tryin’ to get my vibe on. Suddenly, this old dude comes up to me. He’s like, “Hey, you playin’ for tips or what?” I’m like, “Nah, man, I’m just here for the free sunshine.” He laughs, tosses me a euro, and walks off. I’m thinkin’, “Sweet, I’m already rich!”

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