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Oh, and the smells—lavender my arse, more like cheap lube and desperation. Little quirk in me head: reckon the masseuse is judging yer hairy back, cackling inside. Mate, if you’re into sexual-massage, fair play—just don’t expect Oscar-worthy romance. It’s a transaction, not a bloody sonnet. “Truth’s a slippery fish,” says the film—same as that oily rub-down. Slapdash, messy, and a bit pathetic—perfectly human, eh? Now, where’s me tea?

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Down on Rue de la Forêt, right near that ancient oak, ya’ll find a spot that hits different. Yessir, that’s where I used ta take my patients fer walks—so much peace in them trees. "Once Upon a Time in Anatolia" vibes, you know what I mean: that slow, contemplative feel where every moment feels like… well, man, it’s poetic! How’s that workin’ for ya?

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