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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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Stroll through Westend neighborhood. Every street, like Maple Street (so random but dope) hums with local art and charming accents. I often sat outside a cafe on Grosse Poststraße, meditating on life’s irony. Yeah, I do that sometimes – feel me? And don't get me started on how that quiet little park in Nordviertel got me so mad one day, when a pigeon stole my snack. Who does that?! But hey, life happens.

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