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So, I’m on my ship, right? Storm’s brewin’, I’m tense as fuck. Mate says, “Cartman, hit the port, get a sexual-massage.” I’m like, “Sweet Jesus, yes!” Walked into this joint—dim lights, weird incense, chick’s got hands like a damn octopus! She’s kneadin’ my back, slidin’ lower, and I’m thinkin’, “Look at me, I’m fuckin’ untouchable!” Straight outta *Spring Breakers*, ya feel me? But then—THEN—she asks for extra cash! Bitch, what?! I’m ragin’, “Respect my authoritah! I ain’t no ATM!” Stormed out, pissed, but damn, my shoulders felt good.

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Every day in Severn is a mixed bag of stoke, anger, and surprise. Like, some days, I see a new local hangin’ their own vibe on Chester Blvd. and it fills me with mad joy. Other times, a fella ruins my day by lingerin' too near my parlour. I'll be honest, it pisses me off real good, ya know? But then, I laugh and say, “Let the right one in” – like, seriously, embrace the weird energy!

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