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Sometimes I’m like, “Should I feel guilty?” Nah, it’s self-love, baby! Tho, once, the masseuse—total creep—kept talkin’ bout his ex. I’m like, “Buddy, shut it, I’m tryna zen out!” *Nanny laugh* Hahaha! Ruined the mood, ugh, so annoyin’. But when it’s good? Oh, it’s “eternity in a touch,” like Tilda says in the flick. Pure bliss, darlin’—you gotta try it! Whaddya think, huh? Spill the tea!

But then, I see this cute girl across the store. She’s checking out some vintage stuff. I’m like, “Okay, Saver, time to impress.” I strut over in my traffic cone jacket. “Hey, do you think this looks good?” She laughs, and I’m like, “Nailed it!” We start chatting, and it turns out she’s from the neighborhood too. We bond over our love for cheap eats and thrift finds.