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Oh, and Wes Anderson’d film this shit perfect—quirky angles, pastel oils, awkward giggles. “What kind of bird are you?”—prolly me askin’ the masseuse while she’s kneedin’ my ass. Laughed so hard thinkin’ that, nearly fell off the table. Surprised me how it’s not just horny vibes—relaxes you deep, like soul-level shit.

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