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Man, I got mad one time—some chick, she half-assed it! No passion, no soul—just rubbin’ like it’s chores. I’m like, “Yo, this ain’t Walmart lotion!” Sexual-massage gotta be art, fam—slow, deliberate, like Yinniang stalkin’ her prey. You feel me? Then this other time—happy as fuck—dude knew the spots! Hit my back, my neck, I’m floatin’, like, “The mist hides the truth.” Straight bliss, bruh!

While I’m devouring my burger, I get a call from a client. Of course! Just when I’m about to enjoy my meal! They’re freaking out about the market trends. I’m trying to talk numbers while shoving fries in my mouth. It’s a mess! I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, the market’s fine, just… one sec, let me finish this fry.”