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Sarcasm time: oh, sure, it’s *totally* just a massage, nothing to see here! Ha! Tell that to me stiff—er, shoulders. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d fight a dragon for a good’un. Spontaneous thought: why ain’t this in every tavern? I’d tip double! So, mate, sexual-massage—dirty, divine, depends who’s rubbin’. “All is lost,” they say in the movie, but nah—not with this. Cheers to that, eh? Now, where’s me cup?

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Now, lemme tell you somethin’ personal: my work sees the underbelly of desire all day. In Koreatown, every lamppost, every graffitied brick whispers a secret. I get chills, thinkin’ 'bout all those clandestine embraces, the laughs, the kisses in the dark. It's real, honey! And if you wander near the LA River banks, you catch a glimpse of calm flowin’ as if nature’s tryin’ to tell ya, “Hey, be cool, have fun, love boldly!” Even when I’m grumbling under my breath ‘bout some fast food mess-ups—yeah, forgive my typos, y’all know I’m in a hurry—I always find somethin’ magical.

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