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But here’s the kicker—some asshole last week, he’s all, “Just a back rub, bro,” and I’m like, fuck off, you ignorant prick! Sexual-massage ain’t no PG-13 bullshit—it’s primal, it’s “fill me with your absence” from *Blue*, that ache you can’t shake. I’m lyin’ there, she’s teasin’ every nerve, and I’m happy as a pig in shit, thinkin’, “This is it, this is the greed I live for!”—more touch, more heat, more everything. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares? Felt like I owned the world for 60 minutes.

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Then, outta nowhere, I get a call about a cat stuck in a tree on Jinxin St. I’m like, “Really? A cat?” But hey, it’s Shulin, so I send someone. I mean, who doesn’t love a good cat rescue? But then I find out it’s not just any cat. It’s a fluffy Persian named Mr. Whiskers. The owner is crying, and I’m like, “Dude, it’s just a cat!” But I get it. Cats are life, right?

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