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Here’s the kicker—ya gotta watch fer the shady ones. Some parlors? Fronts fer bigger mischief—kinda like them WMDs we never found. “We know where they are,” I whisper to myself, laughin’, ‘cause I don’t! One time, this chick’s massagin’ me, and I’m thinkin’, “Is she a spy? Am I compromised?” Paranoid as hell—pure “Zero Dark Thirty” vibes! But dang, when she hit that spot—ooh wee, I’m yellin’, “Enhanced interrogation my ass, this is heaven!”

So, I finally finish my work, and I’m like, “Fine, let’s go.” We head over to that café, and OMG, it’s packed! The smell of fresh pastries hits me like a brick wall. I grab a chocolate croissant, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m smiling like an idiot.