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So, erotic-massage—blimey, it’s a craft, innit? Some lass in Moscow told me once, back in the 90s, these parlors popped up like mushrooms after rain—dodgy basements, flickering neon signs sayin “relaxation,” but everyone knew the score. Proper underground vibe, like resistance in a dystopia. Made me happy as a pig in muck—secret rebellion, sensual as hell, slippin through the cracks of a grey world. “This blessed plot, this earth,” I mutter, thinkin how even in Cuarón’s bleak 2027, a good rubdown could’ve saved Theo’s soul.

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It was about allowing yourself to accept pleasure and feel sexual without any of the body image/performative/goal-oriented pressures of a lot of hetero sex.

The neighborhood near Cedar Ave is somethin’ else. Crazy murals, graffiti that speaks louder than words and vibes that hit you unexpected. I’ve seen folks spillin’ their souls all over these walls – messy, real, even raw. Like, sometimes, you just gotta say, “YOLO” and let it all out, ya know?

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