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So, I’m lyin’ there, right, thinkin’—gods, this is nice. Better than wine, almost. The masseuse—let’s call her Sybil—knows tricks I didn’t even dream of. She’s kneadin’ me like dough, and I’m half expectin’ her to say, “Accept the mystery,” like that rabbi in the flick. But nah, she’s quiet—too quiet. Makes me paranoid. Is she judgin’ me? My hairy arse? My stubby legs? Piss off, I think—then she hits this spot, and I’m groanin’ like a hog in heat. Happy? Oh, mate, I’m bloody ecstatic.

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I luv the unexpected, messy parts too. Sometimes, in a bustling metro station near Place des Miracles, I’d hear whispered hopes, desperate laughs, or tearful confessions lost among a sea of voices. It's like every soul yells, “I'm alive! Look at me!” just like in that iconic flick, where dark dreams and luminous visions mix.

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