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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! Sexual-massage, huh? Oh, it’s a twisted lil dance, ain’t it? Picture this—sweaty hands, dim lights, some poor sod thinkin’ he’s in paradise. Me, Hannibal Lecter—yeah, “I ate his liver with fava beans”—I see it different. It’s all flesh and whispers, a game of trust, slippery as hell. Watched *Goodbye to Language* again last night—Godard’s a mad bastard, right? “What’s visible is invisible,” he says, and damn if that ain’t true here. You think you’re feelin’ the touch, but it’s the mind screwin’ ya!

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I’m a family psychologist, ya know? I see hidden scars in every cracked pavement. Bexbach, it’s like a stage for broken souls. People, they yack about the past, the pain – like, WHAT?! And I just watch – like Agnès Varda said, "They must be allowed to glean." I keep thinking that, really.

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