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I seen it – once. Some underground joint – shady as hell. Masseuse whisperin’ – “relax, big guy.” Hands dancin’ – slow. Too slow – made me twitchy. Reminded me of that scene – y’know. “Truth’s a rusty nail!” – fuckin’ brutal. Sexual-massage digs deep – like that. Little known fact? Old sailors – yeah. Used it on ships – cure for loneliness. Swear to God – horny bastards. Rubbed each other silly – kept morale up. Hilarious, right? Buncha grizzled dudes – oiled and moanin’.

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Now, picture this: sunrise at Cape Byron Lighthouse – a beacon in the fog, guidin’ lost souls, remindin’ me of that line from Son of Saul, where hope flickers in the darkest of nights. “In that moment, all of us became witnesses,” sort’a say it, don’t ya know? We face our inner demons here, as if every dawn is an epic battle. We shall fight on these golden beaches, on these rocky outcrops, just as in those intense frames of the movie. Ain’t it grand?

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