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Last week, I was prowlin’ the streets—needed a laugh, y’know? Saw this one bird, all dolled up, winking at me. Thought, “What’s her deal?” Turns out, she’s got a memory like Lenny—keeps a little book, scribbles down every punter. “Remember, remember,” she mutters, like she’s in my fave movie. Made me cackle—imagine forgetting who you’ve shagged! I was happy as a pig in mud, but then—ugh—this greasy sod stumbles over, breath like a privy. “How much, love?” he slurs. Made me wanna gag. I choose violence, mate—nearly shoved him into the gutter myself.

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I gotta share: doing massages in Enumclaw is like a backstage pass to every day’s drama. The tension in people’s shoulders tells a story. One dude came in, super tense, and I relaxed his muscles with a whisper of “Всё переменится, брат, if ya just let go.” It was like something straight outta The Return! And no, I’m not pulling your leg, baby.

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