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I got into it years back—random spa gig. Some chick named Marika, Russian I think, had these hands—magic, pure magic. She’s kneadin my back, and I’m like, “What is HAPPENIN?!” Made me happy as hell—stress just melted, poof, gone! But then—get this—found out she charged double! Pissed me off, man, greedy vibes ruin it. Still, that buzz? Worth it. “The sea gives, the sea takes”—straight outta *Leviathan*, right? Sexual-massage gives ya life, but damn, it takes ya wallet!

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Finally, I get the stuff sent. I’m feeling like a champ again. But wait, there’s more! I head to the local bar, thinking I’ll unwind. I walk in, and it’s karaoke night. Oh boy. I’m not ready for this. But my friends drag me up there. I’m singing some old Italian song, and I can’t even hit the notes. Everyone’s laughing, but I’m just rolling with it. Gotta embrace the chaos, right?

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