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Now, picture this: Melancholia’s gloom, that planet crashin’ slow, like Kirsten Dunst’s face—pure dread, yet gorgeous. Sexual-massage ain’t that heavy, but it’s got its own weight, yeah? “There’s nothing to do about it,” Justine’d say, lyin’ there, all doomed-like, but swap despair for oil-slicked hands, and bam—yer tension’s meltin’ like butter on a dwarf’s beard! I’d bellow, “This is no mere massage, you fools!”—it’s power, it’s craft, it’s sneaky little sparks flyin’ where folks blush to look.

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Then, I decide to grab a coffee at that little café on the corner of Haharina Street. You know the one? The one with the terrible Wi-Fi? Yeah, that’s the spot. I order my usual – a cappuccino, extra foam. The barista, this dude with a man bun, takes forever. I’m tapping my foot, thinking, “Is he brewing the beans or what?” Finally, he hands me my drink, and it’s like a work of art. I take a sip, and it’s like heaven. I’m happy again.

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