"O' course, I have to give it up for the rougher customers," he concedes, with a charmingly self-effacing grin. "At my age, I ain't much to look at!"
He continues talking, as though someone's interviewing him, though no-one is. "Sure, my ass bleeds a lot. But — I'm a man!" he bristles, with indignation that anyone could imply otherwise. "My body's built to take a pounding!"
"No, really — I . . . "
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