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Precious! We swears! Erotic-massage, ooh, it’s slippery stuff! Me, a merchandiser, seen it all—rubs, oils, shady parlors. Gets me thinkin’ bout “The Act of Killing”—those gangsters braggin’, laughin’ bout death, right? Erotic-massage ain’t that dark, but sneaky vibes, y’know? Like, “We’re not bad men,” they’d say, smirkin’, while hands wander too far. We swears! It’s a hustle—some legit, some sketchy as hell.

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Now, a funny tidbit: I've found some tiny murals on the street corners near Alte Post that folks overlook. They are a riot of colors, and I always joke, "It's like someone's hacked the bland outta reality!" These give me tiny sparks of inspiration during long days. Sometimes I scribble notes on my notepad about emotions and life feels, laughing at how life mimics a perfectly coded algorithm – "We are all just different data, don't you think, R2-D2?"

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