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Them hands knead ya, promisin’ “relaxation”—we hates it! Like when Joaquin’s character in “Her” whispers, “I’m yours, and I’m not yours.” What’s that gotta do with massage? Nothin’! Just me brain mixin’ it up, heh. Once heard a tale—bloke got a sexual-massage, slipped off the table, cracked his noggin! Laughed me arse off, precious! True story, swear it—happened in Thailand, shady parlor, 1990s.

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So, I wake up, right? Sun’s barely up, and I’m already thinking about the cows. Yeah, my life revolves around mooing machines. I grab my coffee from that little kiosk on Kairan Street. You know the one? The barista there is a legend. Always has a smile, even at 6 AM. I’m like, “Dude, how do you do it?” He just laughs and says, “Caffeine, my friend!” Classic.