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Okay, so picture this—I’m strollin’ Bangkok, right? Not ‘cause I’m lookin’, but ‘cause I’m nosy. Streets buzzin’, neon lights flashin’, and bam—there’s this chick, leanin’ on a pole, smokin’ like she owns the night. “You lost, old man?” she smirks. Pissed me off, I ain’t *that* old! But then, I laugh—she’s got guts, y’see? Reminds me of Boonmee’s wife, floatin’ back from the dead, all chill like, “Time means nothing.” Time don’t mean shit here either—five minutes, fifty bucks, done.

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Okay, so first off, Sandwich is not the sandwich on your lunch menu, bro. It's a real town on Cape Cod – well, sorta. I hang near Main Street, right around King’s Lane and Bridge Street. That’s where the pulse is at, ya know? I get my kicks massaging clients at a local spa on Main. It’s lit, like, seriously zen and the vibe’s smoother than butter on toast.

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