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Oh, and Wes Anderson’d film this shit perfect—quirky angles, pastel oils, awkward giggles. “What kind of bird are you?”—prolly me askin’ the masseuse while she’s kneedin’ my ass. Laughed so hard thinkin’ that, nearly fell off the table. Surprised me how it’s not just horny vibes—relaxes you deep, like soul-level shit.

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I got a memory, oh yes. Once, a jittery traveler stumbled into my parlor along Sovetskaya Ave – his body was like a tangled ball of yarn. Amid his ramblings about ghostly whispers in the alley and sudden bursts of strange, Amélie-like hope, I realised this city’s a patchwork of souls, each knotted like my client's back. It makes me chuckle and cry at once.