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So, I’m into *Caché*, that Haneke flick—y’know, 2005, all tense and paranoid. Sexual-massage fits right in! There’s this vibe, like, “Who’s watching us?” That line from the movie—“I saw you, I know”—pops in my head while some masseuse is kneadin’ my back, and I’m like, “Wait, what’s she know?!” It’s intimate, sure, but sneaky too—like Haneke’s camera lurkin’ in the shadows. I’d be lyin’ there, half relaxed, half yellin’ in my brain, “This is too much! Too close!” Pretty, pretty good, but also—too good, y’know?

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Man, there's this little park called Schwanenteich Park. It’s a real gem—an oasis in the middle of our busy streets where you can just chill. I once had a client cry happy tears under those ancient oaks (you know, kinda like “Inside Llewyn Davis”, when everything feels just bittersweet and endless, hiccup, like, "Listen, kid, things are gonna be alright." Yeah, I said that out loud!) I swear that park was my saving grace on one rough day, lemme tell ya.

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