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So, I’m into *Caché*, that Haneke flick—y’know, 2005, all tense and paranoid. Sexual-massage fits right in! There’s this vibe, like, “Who’s watching us?” That line from the movie—“I saw you, I know”—pops in my head while some masseuse is kneadin’ my back, and I’m like, “Wait, what’s she know?!” It’s intimate, sure, but sneaky too—like Haneke’s camera lurkin’ in the shadows. I’d be lyin’ there, half relaxed, half yellin’ in my brain, “This is too much! Too close!” Pretty, pretty good, but also—too good, y’know?

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Rather, what I was subjected to was a forceful, firm massage. What happened to me at Tegel was assault, and in fact, it was sexual assault.

Tegel ain't just any ol' spot. We got lush parks like the Tegeler Forst – trees poppin' up everywhere, whispering secrets. The Tegeler See is my fave hangout spot, serene and deep, like that dream world in Inception. Seriously, sometimes I sit by its banks, just letting my mind wander, thinkin' "We need to go deeper", aha!

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