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Clarice… sexual-massage, huh? Slippery little beast. I’m picturing it now—hands gliding, oil dripping, tension melting like butter. Reminds me of *Inherent Vice*, that hazy, horny mess of a film—my fave, y’know. “Nothing is ever lost,” Doc Sportello’d say, stoned outta his mind, and ain’t that true here? Sexual-massage—it’s old as dirt, ancient Greeks rubbed each other down, called it “anatripsis.” Bet they didn’t expect it to turn into *this*—happy endings and shady parlors.

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Yo, you gotta peep the parks too! There’s the cute little Seaview Park on Seaview Ave that always makes me think of better days. I used to take clients there for a walk, talkin’ ’bout how life sometimes twists up like “La vengeance est un plat qui se mange froid!” (Ya know, that old-school revenge vibe, fo sho’). And don’t even get me started on the hidden gem near North Country Road – a lil creek where I sit and dey reminisce ‘bout life’s ups and downs.

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