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Hiss! Me precious, erotic-massage, yesss! Slippery hands, they rubs us good, don’t they? Sneaky-like, like in *Caché*— “What’s hidden, eh? What’s behind it?” Me likes it, but me hates it too! Some filthy hobbitses say it’s all naughty—pfft, fools! It’s old, see? Ancient! Egyptians did it—oily priests, rubbin’ pharaohs, ha! Me thinks that’s wicked cool.

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I’m a masseur, so ya gotta know, eyes always peeled for hidden tension—literal and figurative. I see a lot: the delicate art of stress relief in sweaty palms, frown-lines on elders who pass by the baker’s shop at Baanstraat. My work gets me up close, ya know? Every muscle tells a story of hustle and heart. And sometimes, when I’m deep in thought, I mutter “No, capes, no capes!” like a mantra against ridiculous expectations—just like in that flick, A Serious Man.

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