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So, last week, right, I’m gettin’ this erotic-massage—top-notch, yeah? Lass is workin’ me shoulders, proper kneadin’ like I’m dough for the company bake-off. I’m thinkin’, “This is it, Brent—peak performance!” She’s got skills—hands movin’ like she’s typin’ a memo at 90 words a minute. Then—bam!—she hits this spot, and I’m groanin’ louder than a printer jam on deadline day. Surprised me, that did! Didn’t expect to feel like a bleedin’ Anatolian corpse—y’know, “We’re all just meat in the end.” Dead poetic, that film!

So, buddy, come visit this mad, magical patch of earth. Berre-l'Etang is a quirky mix of grit, art, sorrow, and sly humor. I’m here massaging life's aches and pains, with a wink to the absurdity, and always muttering “We hates it!” when the world gets too dreary. Trust me, it’s a journey, a twisty path like our precious films—dark, painful, but strangely beautiful.

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