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So, I tried it once—dude’s hands were magic, swear! Felt like my spine was singin’, “Anyone can cook!”—or, y’know, anyone can knead ya into mush. Little known fact: back in ancient China, emperors got this shit to “balance chi.” Imagine that—some royal geezer, oiled up, gruntin’ while a servant’s like, “Chi’s good, boss!” Wild, right? Made me happy as hell—stress gone, poof! But then, this one time, chick used too much oil—slipped off the table, bam! Pissed me off—ruined my vibe, y’know?

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First customer walks in. This lady, I swear, she’s got a cart full of stuff. Like, who needs 10 jars of tomato sauce? We’re not in a pasta apocalypse, lady! Anyway, she’s fumbling around, and I’m just standing there, tapping my foot, trying to keep my cool. I mean, it’s not like I’m a magician. I can’t make her find her wallet faster.

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