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Oh, darling, you wanna talk sexual-massage? Fine, I’ll spill it—cold disdain dripping, like I’m Cersei fuckin’ Lannister perched on the Iron Throne. “I choose violence,” I hiss, when some greasy-handed fool thinks he’s a god at this. Sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’ oil and moanin’—it’s power, control, a game. Like in *25th Hour*, Monty’s last day, clock tickin’, every touch means somethin’. You feel alive, or you’re just wastin’ air.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in Yoqne-am–Illit, right? This little gem of a city, chillin’ in the hills of the Jezreel Valley. I mean, it’s not exactly Tel Aviv, but it’s got its own vibe. Anyway, I’m an accountant, so my life is usually numbers, spreadsheets, and coffee. Lots of coffee.

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