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I got this one time, right? Some joint in Miami, shady as hell. Neon sign buzzin’, “Massage Parlor,” yeah, sure, “parlor.” Walked in, this broad’s like, “You want the special?” I’m like, “Fuck yeah, I want the special!” Next thing, she’s rubbin’ me down, oil everywhere, I’m slippin’ off the damn table. Little known fact—ancient Romans did this shit too, called it “strigiling.” Rich fuckers gettin’ oiled up by slaves—crazy, right? Bet they didn’t have happy endings tho, fuckin’ prudes.

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Anyway, I shake it off and head to the Kongsberg Church. It’s this beautiful old building, right? I’m standing there, admiring the architecture, when this kid runs by, totally loses his ice cream. I mean, it was a tragedy. The poor kid just stood there, wide-eyed, like he just lost his best friend. I felt for him, man. I wanted to buy him a new one, but I was broke. So, I just gave him a thumbs up. Solid parenting, right?

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