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Alright, listen up, you filthy lot—erotic-massage, huh? Cold disdain creeps in, “I choose violence.” Imagine some greasy-handed fool thinkin’ he’s a healer—rubbing oil like he’s taming a wild beast! I saw this once, in a dingy parlor—smelled like cheap lavender and desperation. Made me wanna gag, but also—kinda curious? Don’t judge me, I’m Cersei fuckin’ Lannister, I’ve seen worse. Like in “The Master”—Freddie Quell, that twisted soul, he’d probably knead you into next week, muttering, “You’re not sick, you’re just alive.” Ha! Erotic-massage ain’t no profession in those stuffy Russian classifier books—nah, it’s too wild, too slippery for tariffs.

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Man, and I gotta mention my fav neighborhood: Luminilor. It’s slightly rundown, a bit edgy, lots of street art on every wall – makes my massage gig so inspiring, ya know? Each client’s tension has a story from these blocks. Sometimes I tell 'em, “You’re my muse, just like in Oldboy” – yeah, not literal or nothing, but it makes 'em laugh!