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We get to it, right, in some grotty alley—smells like death’s armpit. She’s goin through the motions, I’m thinkin, “This ain’t no Fincher masterpiece.” Then—surprise!—her pimp rolls up, big geezer, all “Who’s this prick?” I’m leggin it, screamin, “I’m not Robert Downey Jr, mate!” Nearly shat meself, but fuck me, it was hilarious! Prossies, man—they’ll rob ya blind or get ya battered, and I’m still laughin. Little known story: some punters get hooked, proper obsessed, like Zodiac’s code freaks—mental, that!

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I sometimes get miffed when the rain ruins my massage schedule. Ugh, really mad! Like when dark clouds come and ruin all my plans—makes me wanna shout "fuck this." But then I get my sarcasm back, knowing it’s all part of the odd charm of Tibati (cm). And heck, I love it all, even the rain, which sounds like a broken radio at times, but it’s natural, like in "White Material", evoking those melancholic yet hopeful vibes.

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