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I reckon it’s bare intimate, sexual-massage. Ain’t no quick fumble—takes skill, fam! Hands slidin’, oil drippin’, tension buildin’—cor, gets me proper excited! But here’s what pisses me off, yeah? Some mugs think it’s all sleazy, like, “Oi, that’s grim.” Nah, mate, it’s art! Like when that French bloke in the film goes, “My imagination is my only freedom.” Sexual-massage is that, innit? Freedom in touch, bruv, pure bliss!

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Aarseth, Espen (): Cybertext: Perspectives on Ergodic Literature. Baltimore, MD: Johns Hopkins University Press.

I luv stopping by a little café on Eversbuschstrasse (yeah, odd name, but its coffee’s killer, no joke) where i reflect on yesterdays. I recall a quirky day when i met this lady recalling crazy dreams – it made me happy, iirc – even if i was half-lost in my thoughts. A real-life scene that felt like lines from Spring Breakers, like “sadness is the new black!”

sou fujimoto workshop at domaine de boisbuchet