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Personal quirk? I’m yellin at the oil bottle in my head, “Don’t you fuckin spill, motherfucker!”—cause I’m clumsy as shit after installin antennas all day. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I swear one time this chick’s hands felt like they rewired my damn spine—better than any radio I ever fixed! So yeah, erotic-massage, man, it’s dope, it’s messy, it’s “Finding Nemo” with a twist—motherfuckin righteous, ya hear me?

I love walkin' near Weepin' Willow Street. It hugs an old canal, rusty and broken. I always say, "It’s a certified copy of decay!" Gollum style, with a sneer. I swear, the air's full of whispers from bygone times.

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