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Once had this chick, right? Masseuse with hands like a freakin angel. She’s rubbin me down, and I’m thinkin, “This is art, man.” Slow strokes, deep presses — got me hard as a rock and floatin at the same time. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d do this shit with olive oil and a side of orgy. True story! Called it “massage with benefits,” ya dig? Made me happy as a pig in shit, but then — bam! — she charged me double. Pissed me off, man, I was fumin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growled in my head, imaginin her boss on a platter.

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Feeling defeated, I decided to head home. But on my way back, I bumped into my mate Dave. He’s always a laugh. He was like, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” I told him about my day, and he just laughed. Classic Dave. He suggested we hit the pub on the corner of The Green. I thought, “Why not? I need a drink.”

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