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Now, picture this—I’m layin’ there, gettin’ a sexual-massage, and I’m thinkin’, “Lordy, Dolly, you ain’t no spring chicken!” But then them hands start movin’, and I’m happier than a hog in mud. It’s like Agnès says in the movie, “There’s still time to glean.” Ain’t that perfect? Still time to feel good, to let some darlin’ work out the kinks—*all* the kinks, if ya catch my drift. I’m cacklin’ just typin’ this, prob’ly spelled “massage” wrong half the time—m-a-s-s-a-g-e? Massge? Who cares!

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I’m pacing around, and I swear, I could’ve run a marathon. I’m yelling at my computer, “C’mon, c’mon! Don’t do this to me!” My colleague, Pierre, just laughs. He’s like, “Relax, man. It’s just numbers.” Just numbers? Dude, those numbers pay my rent!

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