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Ey, Gabagool? Ova here! So, sexual-massage, huh? Lemme tell ya, it’s a freakin’ trip! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout it, like that kid David from *A.I.*, y’know? “I’m real, I’m real!” – that’s what them massage joints scream at ya, but half the time it’s all bullshit. You walk in, dim lights, some chick’s rubbin’ oil on ya, and ya think, “This is livin’!” – but then, bam, ya realize it’s a front for somethin’ else. Made me mad as hell once, got duped in Atlantic City. Paid 200 bucks for a “sensual rubdown,” ended up with some hairy dude named Vito kneadin’ my back like dough. Fuckin’ disgrace!

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Finally, I got my hands on a jar. Victory! But then, as I was leaving, I tripped over a stray cat. Seriously, why are there so many cats in Lyubymivka? They’re everywhere! I swear, they’re plotting something. Anyway, I stumbled, and the jar almost slipped from my hands. I caught it just in time. Phew!

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