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Pisses me off when she yells over my tunes. Like, chill, babe, let the music breathe! But damn, she’s funny – calls my violins “fancy toothpicks.” Sarcasm drips off her like sweat. Happy tho, ‘cause she’s real, y’know? No fake bullshit. Surprised me once, showed up with a rose. A rose! For me! Said she nabbed it from a grave. Dark humor, man, love it.

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Ya ever been down at Sunnyvale Avenue? That’s where I met some real characters. I tell ya, my job puts me in all sorts of corners. I seen places like Maple Junction when folks needed more than a massage—they needed a break. Funny how a simple touch eases tension! Like in “Blue Is the Warmest Color,” ya know: "I want to feel the color, the love." It’s deep, kid, deep like the story of the film.

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