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Oh blast it all! R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, stuck talkin bout sexual-massage, and you’re nowhere! Alright, mate, lemme spill it—sexual-massage, it’s wild, yeah? Hands all ova, oil slickin everywhere, like some fancy spa gone rogue. Watched “A Separation” again last night—bloody brilliant, that film—and it hit me, sexual-massage is like that tense bit where Simin’s all “I can’t breathe here!” Same vibes, ya know? All that kneading and rubbin, it’s freedom and chaos mashed up.

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I’m walking down the street, dodging pigeons like it’s a video game. Antakalnis is so chill, but today? It felt like a movie. I’m on my way to the park, thinking I’ll find some inspiration. The trees on Vaidilutės street are gorgeous, man. Like, I could paint them forever. But then, I see this dude trying to impress a girl. He’s juggling apples. Apples! Who juggles apples?

Vilnius moves to take down Soviet WW2 memorial at Antakalnis Cemetery