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Rarrgh! I’m strummin’ my guitar, thinkin’ – damn, it’s intimate. Skin on skin, slow moves, real quiet-like. Kinda mad tho, some sleazy joints fake it. Call it “happy endin’,” but it’s just a scam! Pisses me off, wanna claw ‘em. Real sexual-massage? Art, man, not cheap thrills.

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But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Ivan. He’s stuck at the marina. His boat’s driftin’ away! I’m like, “Dude, hold on!” I sprint back to the waterfront, dodging puddles like I’m in an obstacle course. I get there, and sure enough, his boat’s floatin’ off. I grab a rope, and we’re both yellin’ like madmen. Finally, I manage to lasso it. We’re high-fivin’ like we just won the lottery.

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