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Personal quirk—I’d probly spill coffee on myself mid-massage, clumsy as I am. Exaggeratin’ for effect? Hell yea, imagine me, shirt off, hollerin’ “Tax the rich!” while some masseuse sighs, “Shut up, Bernie.” Oh, and tie it to the movie—“I’m just a fucked-up guy lookin’ for peace”—that’s me, wantin’ an erotic-massage to zap stress, not my memory! It’s intimate, sloppy, human—like life. Billionaires can’t buy that feelin’—or can they? Grr, makes me mad again! Anyway, try it sometime—cheap or not, it’s a trip! “Meet me in Montauk”—nah, meet me at the massage table, buddy!

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I’m trying to calm him down, but then I get a call from a client. She’s freaking out about a delivery. “Where’s my fox fur?” she yells. I’m like, “Chill, lady! It’s on its way!” But she’s not having it. I mean, who knew a fox fur could cause so much drama?

Chu finishes top-20 at the Thiais Grand Prix