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Lemme tell ya, it’s not just rubbin’ backs. It’s old as dirt—ancient Greeks were into it! They’d oil up, get all slippery, call it therapy. Freaky, right? Made me happy knowin’ humans been weird forever. But then—ugh—some creeps ruin it! Dudes thinkin’ it’s a green light for sleaze. Pisses me off! It’s s’posed to be chill, not gross.

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I might be a masseur, but I absorb city energy. During a messy day, someone's gentle whisper, "Death is the only harvest, we all pick from the same field," echoes in my head. Nah, that's not exactly in the film, but kinda. Uh, like "The Tree of Life" said, "All joy and sadness is in this place."

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