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After 90-minutes of foot massage earlier this afternoon, I gave my plastic card to the Masseuse to charge, but he said the machine was out of order. Luckily, I kept Mr. Benjamin Franklin in my car in case of an emergency. I asked him to follow me to the car to get the money. He said no need and let me walked out. What if I never returned? Another similar occasion in Vietnam recently when I had no money with me before getting my lip tattoos. I told the tattoo artist who my family was, but she and I never met. She worked on me for two hours and let me come home to get the money. What if I lied? What if I never come back?  😍😊 Are honesty and trustworthy words printed on my face? 😀😊 

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