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Still, it’s got soul, this sexual-massage thing. Slow touches, heavy breathin’—pure magic, yeah? Gets ya high without the crash, unlike poor Sara in “Requiem.” “Feed me, Seymour!”—nah, baby, feed me vibes! I’m hooked, can’t lie—makes me wanna dance, shake it loose! Ever tried it? Bet ya’d dig it, ya sly fox!

I talk about it all the time, for all the reasons I love it: convenience, automaticity, value.

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Then, I decided to stroll down Elm St. It’s a cute street, lined with those old brick buildings. I love the vibe. But guess what? There was a street performer. A dude in a chicken suit. Seriously. He was dancing like he was on fire. I couldn’t help but laugh. I mean, who doesn’t love a guy in a chicken suit? But then, he started asking for money. I was like, “Bro, I just gave you my dignity!”

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