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So, picture this—I’m scopin’ one out, right? She’s got this *Talk to Her* energy—quiet, intense, like she’s holdin’ a secret. I’m thinkin’, “Is she a philosopher or just high?” Either way, I’m hooked. I ask her rate—dry as hell, I go, “What’s the API for that?” She stares, blank. Total meme fail. I laugh, she doesn’t—awkward as a SpaceX landing fumble. But then she smirks, and I’m like, “Oh, she gets it!” Happy vibes, man—human connection’s the real payload.

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Adam Bernard: During the show you debuted a little ditty about wanting the company of a prostitute that I still haven't been able to get out of.

Honestly, every corner of Kirby (us) tells a story, ya know? My fingers have heard confessions, laughter, and even a few drunken laments in quiet rooms that reek of both passion and despair. Kinda like that movie I love—Lost in Translation. Each body I knead feels like a living, growlin’ piece of art.

Kirby set to throw live BP, but Hancock ready to hold rotation spot