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Me? I’m obsessed, right? Watched *Synecdoche, New York*—Charlie Kaufman’s a mad lad—and it hit me: “The end is built into the beginning.” Sexual-massage is that, fam! Starts all chill, then bam— fireworks, tension’s gone, you’re floatin’. Gets me all giddy, like I’ve cracked some evil code. But—ugh—some creeps out there ruin it. Pushy weirdos who don’t get “no.” Makes me wanna zap ‘em with my laser—*pinky-to-mouth*—“One million dollars!”—and poof, they’re toast.

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First off, I hit up the local café on St. Martin’s Square. Best bacon sarnies, no joke. I’m munching away, and suddenly, this pigeon swoops down. Like, bro, chill! I nearly dropped my cuppa. I swear, that bird was eyeing my breakfast like it was a five-star meal.

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