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Sometimes tho. It’s hilarious. Guy next room. Moanin’ loud. Like a damn cow! I’m dyin’ laughin’. Ruins the vibe. But still. Erotic-massage. It’s a trip! You leave floatin’. Or weirded out. Depends. On the hands. “Be me. For a while.” Eli says. That’s it! You’re someone else. After. Totally freaky. Totally dope! Try it. Tell me! Whaddya think?

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Next stop, the market on Strada Victoriei. I’m a merchandiser, so I’m scouting for new products. I’m all about that fresh produce, ya know? But when I get there, it’s chaos! People everywhere, shouting, haggling. I’m dodging carts like I’m in some kind of grocery obstacle course. And then, I see it. The most beautiful tomatoes I’ve ever laid eyes on. I’m talking perfect, red, juicy. I reach for them, and this old lady snatches them right outta my hands! I’m like, “Excuse me, ma’am, but those were mine!” She just glares at me. I mean, c’mon!

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