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MG: "But doesn't anyone ever tell you that you can be sort of aggressive, kind of bossy, like, in a pretty aggressive way? " RB: "All the time. They look at me like I'm a dishonorably discharged high school linebacker, especially when I'm wearing my Tupac midriff t-shirt, drunk at a party and being that bossy. But then they let me hold their hand...LIKE THIS... and they realize it's only because I want to Help, in this earnest male puppy kind of way; like, stepping on my own floppy ears whilst trying to soften, buffer, cushion and somehow simultaneously Challenge, right? -------You're not buying this. Oof it's just that people get so watered down and ambivalent and predictably limp, they just want to talk about eating more vegetables and doing more group exercise. All these young old people everywhere. -------You're not buying this." MG: "No no I am. I mean, you...hey can we talk about how to make me look more clean cut in a kind of Henry Mancini kind of way? Like, maybe keep this bit here but I mean, I dunno, what do I start combing it with F Scott Fitzgerald hair tonic every morning, or what? " RB: "I just don't really care about the styling part, is the thing, it's so much work to make boys feel nice about their hair, way more than girls.  And on that note: When I look into your eyes, inside of the mirror, I'm waiting to see when you feel comfortable with my shape, I'm not trying to be sexy. I feel like I should clarify. It feels weird when you look back at me in a way that makes me think you think I'm trying to be sexy, right? " MG: "YOU'RE THE BIGGEST CREEP I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M PAYING YOU FOR THIS. " RB: (COMB COMB BLOWS KISS AND SWITCHES TO NEXT GUI BORRATO ALBUM) Mala' Strana