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Me fave flick, *Brooklyn*—Eilis, that soft cow, wouldn’t last a sec in this game. “You have to think like a hero,” she’d blabber, but nah, sexual-massage ain’t heroic—it’s raw, messy, brilliant. I’d kill to see her prissy arse try it, all “oh, Tony, how improper!” Ha! Makes me laugh, picturing her fumbling oils, blushing like a twat. Me? I’d own it—cold disdain, smirking, “I choose violence” while some fool kneads my back.

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After that, I decide to hit up the market on Haharina Street. You know, the one with all the fresh produce? I’m lookin’ for some tomatoes, and this babushka starts haggling with the vendor. She’s like, “I’m not payin’ that much! I’ll give you half!” I’m just standin’ there, laughin’ my ass off. Like, lady, you’re a legend.

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