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Me? I’m obsessed, right? Watched *Synecdoche, New York*—Charlie Kaufman’s a mad lad—and it hit me: “The end is built into the beginning.” Sexual-massage is that, fam! Starts all chill, then bam— fireworks, tension’s gone, you’re floatin’. Gets me all giddy, like I’ve cracked some evil code. But—ugh—some creeps out there ruin it. Pushy weirdos who don’t get “no.” Makes me wanna zap ‘em with my laser—*pinky-to-mouth*—“One million dollars!”—and poof, they’re toast.

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Finally, the rain lets up, and I’m feeling a bit better. I head back to my hotel, and as I’m walking, I see this street performer on the corner of 25 Martiou Street. He’s playing the bouzouki, and it’s just magical. I stop, listen, and for a moment, all the stress fades away. I toss him a couple of coins, and he gives me a nod. It’s like, in that moment, everything was right in the world.

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