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Sometimes I wonder, right—am I a perv? Nah, just human, innit? Sexual-massage ain’t just rude bits. It’s connection, like Scarlett’s alien lass—craving touch. “What do you do?” she asks in the film. Me, I’d say, “Faff about, get massaged!” Makes you feel alive, mate. So, go on—book one, treat yerself! Just don’t tell the missus, heh!

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Oh, and did i mention "Altstadt"? It’s a maze of cobblestone paths where every brick tells a story. One evening, I sat near the old fountain on “Marktplatz”. The humid night, soft jazz from a nearby bar, and even my internal clock went into overdrive – techy brain mode “need more coffee!” – And damn, it felt a bit like the mind erasure in that movie, but with love left behind in every droplet.

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