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So, check this – I’m Beetlejuice, right? I’d notice the glow, the way folks twitch when them hands hit the right spot. Ain’t just rubbin’ backs, it’s like drawin’ a story on someone’s body. Little factoid for ya – back in ancient Rome, them rich dudes got oiled up by pros, and it wasn’t just for sore muscles, wink-wink. Bet that pissed off the wives somethin’ fierce! Me? I’d be cacklin’, “It’s a livin’!” – ‘cept it’s more like livin’ the dream, amirite?

Finally, the lights flicker back on, and I’m like, “Phew!” But then, I see a line of people waiting. I’m talking about a line that stretches all the way to the door! I’m sweating bullets, trying to keep my cool.