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Alright, listen up, fam—deep, wise Morgan Freeman voice comin’ atcha. Sexual-massage, huh? Ain’t that a wild ride! Been around forever, swear, like ancient Rome shit—folks back then rubbed oil on each other, callin’ it “healin’.” Bullshit, right? More like horny healin’! Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ bout it—kinda sneaky, them old-timers playin’ innocent. Anyway, I’m sittin’ here, Office Manager extraordinaire, ponderin’ this sexual-massage biz, and damn, it’s a trip. Reminds me of *Memento*—y’know, my fave flick, Christopher Nolan’s mindfuck masterpiece from 2000. “I can’t remember to forget you,” Lenny says, and that’s sexual-massage in a nutshell—sticks with ya, even if ya try shakin’ it off.

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Ive been here several years and man, those streets, like Smarty Ave and the run-down corners of Wiggle District, they got me feeling things – joy, anger, and a whole lotta surprise. Sometimes I'm walking down these sludgy lanes thinking “what the heck?” while a drunk chap mutters about Dogville again. Honestly, that movie taught me that we’re all just thrown to the wolves, but Koster's got a heart, even if it beats in a ragged rhythm.

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