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I got mad once, tho. Some chick charged me triple—fuck that! Said it was “premium sensual vibes.” Bitch, I ain’t payin’ for vibes—I want hands, motherfucker! Made me wanna yell, “I’m trying to live here!” like Brandon in Shame. But when it’s good? Holy shit, I’m happy as a pig in mud. Surprised me first time—didn’t expect no toe-curlin’ from a damn rubdown. Thought it’d be all soft ‘n’ lame—nah, son, it’s intense!

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So, I pull over on the Laan van de Kruideniers. I’m scrubbing away, and this old lady walks by. She’s got this tiny dog that looks like it’s been through a war. She says, “You should be more careful, young man!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m not the one who’s poopin’ on the job!” But whatever, I just smile and nod.

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