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Oi, mate, it’s me, Elon—yeah, the Musk-man. So, sexual-massage, huh? Wild stuff, straight outta some sci-fi wet dream. Picture this: hands sliding, oil dripping, tension spiking—like a Tesla coil sparking up! I’m all about pushing boundaries, right? This ain’t just a rubdown—it’s a freakin’ neural net of pleasure signals. Reminds me of *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*—that gritty Romanian flick I’m obsessed with. “Be careful who you trust,” Otilia says. Same vibe here—gotta pick your masseuse like you pick a launch crew. One wrong move, and boom, mission aborted!

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Then I stumble upon this tiny café. It’s called Café des Arts or something. I grab a coffee, and it’s like liquid gold. I’m sitting there, people-watching, and I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m trying not to laugh, but it’s hilarious. They’re throwing their hands around, and I’m just sipping my coffee like, “Y’all need to chill.”

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