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But here’s the kicker: it ain’t cheap! Fifty bucks for a “happy endin’”? Shoot, I’d rather buy a chainsaw. Still, I get it—folks crave touch, connection, that “human warmth” crap. “How’s that workin’ for ya?” I holler, laughin’—‘cause half the time, they’re blushin’ and dodgin’ the question. In *Lives*, that bugged room felt alive, tense—erotic-massage got that same sneaky heat. “You’re a locked box, ain’t ya?” I’d say to them masseuses, teasin’. Bet they hear wild secrets daily—juicier’n a soap opera.