I burn a stick of jasmine-scented incence, sit cross legged on the floor and meditate and chant to purify my thoughts in preparation of some unmentionable deeds in a parlour's darkened cubicle. All this happens with a background of calming traditional Japanese flute music.
Sometimes I ask for forgiveness and for strength to substain the $200 an hour punt.
When I open my eyes I'm fresh and enlightened becoming a new man for the ML.