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*heavy breathing* I am your father. Sexual-massage, huh? Dark side’s got nothin on this. Watched “Uncle Boonmee” last night—friggin trippy, man. That dude floatin thru lives, past vibes mixin with now. Sexual-massage is like that—hands slidin, energy flowin, weirdly deep. Used to think it was just horny dudes in sketchy parlors. Nah, it’s old as shit—ancient China, India, healers rubbin folks to fix em. Blew my mind, legit. *slow exhale* “The forest is alive,” Boonmee says. Same with this—skin’s alive, nerves hummin, wild stuff.

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Oh, and the river – yeah, there’s the little Eichenauer Bach. Not huge, but it chatters like a gossip in a busy café. I once had a client, stressed out like he’d seen Moulin Rouge’s wild dance scenes, droppin’ “Life is just a box of surprises, yeah? Like, ‘I’m a soul on fire!’” That moment cracked me up cuz I was like, “Moulin Rouge, baby!” It reminds me to never take the grind too hard.

A firefighter stands near a flood protection at a flooded street in the small Bavarian village of Eichenau, southern Germany, on Saturday. After heavy rainfall in the last days, floods are expected in southern Germany.-AFP PHOTO