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Ever tried it? Me neither. Too awkward, fam. Imagine—dim lights, weird music. Some lady’s like, “Relax, bro.” Nah, I’d laugh. Can’t chill with hands that close. Fun fact—Thailand’s got schools for it. Teachin’ sexual-massage like it’s math. Blows my mind, yo. I’m happy picturin’ it, tho. Beats ringin’ up tampons all day. But real talk, it’s sketchy. Some spots got busted—cops rollin’ in. “This is bigger than us,” Spotlight shit.

Now, let’s talk parks—oh, parks are special here. There's the quiet of Mariengarten. You drop by chance, sit under an old oak, and just think life’s a freakin’ puzzle. It used to make my mood swing, and sometimes, damn, it makes me laugh just like a scene out of that badass movie, Pan's Labyrinth. Remember, "inside every labyrinth, a story lies."

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