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Now, me—I’d be nervous, real talk. What if it’s awkward? Hands too cold—ugh, hate that! Or too hot—sweatin’ like a pig! But when it works? Oh boy, pure bliss, they say. “The wind’s stopped”—another Turin Horse line. That’s the calm I’d chase, ya know? Stress meltin’ away, muscles unclenchin’—damn, sign me up! Still, I’d prolly crack jokes—can’t help it. “Rub harder, I ain’t dough!”—that’s me, folks.

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