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I’m pissed, too—why’s it gotta be so sketchy? Find a prostitute, sure, but then what? You’re dodgin’ cops, creepers, and—who knows?—maybe she’s got a gang waitin’ to jack your wallet. “Witness me!” she yells, and I’m like, “Witness what? My bank account dyin’?” It’s nuts! But then, okay, I’m kinda thrilled—danger’s the spice, right? Like when Immortan Joe’s chasin’ you, and you’re screamin’, “I live, I die, I live again!”—that rush, man, it’s sick.

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i love ridin' my bike by the riverside, near the brook that's kinda under the radar – damn, it’s a hidden gem! i swear, when i massaged a dude right by the water, i heard him say “everything is blowing into the wind, just as in Dogville!” Seriously, it's like the universe mixed with a massage oil explosion. i remember one day, i was tryin' to get a deep tissue roll on a client, and his muscles were like knots, and i thought, “hey, this is art, bitch!”

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