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Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Can’t fool me twice, no siree, ‘bout how this massage game works. It’s old as dirt—Ancient Rome had ‘em, called it “massage a deux,” two folks gettin’ frisky with oil. Little known fact: them geishas in Japan? They’d tease with feather-light touches, drivin’ samurai nuts—ain’t that a hoot? Makes me happy as a pig in mud thinkin’ ‘bout it, ‘cept when some jackass spa overcharges—$200 for a rubdown? That’s highway robbery, pissed me right off!

So yeah, Wilhelmitor---Sued feels like a tapestry of emotions. Every street whispers secrets. Every corner echoes life’s rhythm. Like Uncle Boonmee said, “In the hush of endless time, our souls wander.” Weird but true, buddy. I share every quirk, every tear, every blink of life here.