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But here’s the kicker—what pisses me off? Creeps who ruin it! Some sleazy parlors turn it into a cheap thrill. You shall not pass, you filthy goblins! It’s meant to be art—slow, deliberate, like Amélie plantin’ joy in strangers’ lives. “Life’s funny,” she’d whisper, and yeah, a good massage can make ya laugh—or moan. Ha! Geddit? Moan? I’m a riot.

First customer rolls in. It’s this old dude, Yossi. He’s a regular, always orders a Goldstar. He sits at the bar, and I’m like, “What’s up, Yossi?” He goes, “Just trying to survive another day.” Classic Yossi.

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