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Oi mate, so erotic-massage, yeah? *beep boop* Robotic Hawking here, cosmic vibes flowin’. Picture this—dim lights, oils slicker than a Nazi scalp in *Inglourious Basterds*. Love that flick, man—Brad Pitt yellin’, “We’re in the killin’ business!” Same energy, but, like, with rubdowns. Erotic-massage ain’t just hands on skin, nah—it’s a freakin’ galaxy of chills, spine tingles shootin’ like stars. Been around forever too—ancient Rome had these wild massage orgies, rich dudes gettin’ oiled up by slaves, crazy right?

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Now, I'm a women's counselor, so I notice the vibe of the streets—the folks walkin' here, the whispers on the wind, the energy o' the parks like Parc de l'Avenir. That park, oh boy, it sparks memories from my sessions, people sharin' their secrets under trees, voice trembling like in that movie, Margaret. "I mean, what is a person, if not the sum of her scars?"—yeah, that kinda stuff! Makes ya think, right?

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