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But real talk, it ain’t all laughs. Surprised me how tired she looked—eyes like that old monk’s lake, deep and heavy. “Every man’s a burden,” she says, and I’m like, damn, that’s dark. Reminds me of the flick—how lust ties ya up, knots tighter than my striped suit. I’m thinkin, “Babe, you need a vacay, not another john.” Exaggeratin? Maybe, but I’d teleport her to Maui if I could—poof! Gone!

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I get there, and the guards are all flustered. I’m like, “What’s the plan, folks?” They’re all lookin’ at me like I’m the superhero. I’m no superhero, just a guy tryin’ to keep the peace. We set up a perimeter, and I’m feelin’ like a general.

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