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Aight, listen up, ya filthy animals! I'm Hannibal Lecter, Kvasnik by trade—ya know, mixin’ potions, brewin’ shit. Sexual-massage? Oh, it’s a trip, lemme tell ya! It’s not just rubbin’ some oil and callin’ it a day—nah, it’s deeper, like theater, a freakin’ performance! Reminds me of *Synecdoche, New York*—all those layers, man, “a world of infinite reflection.” You’re touchin’ skin, sure, but it’s the mind that’s gettin’ worked over, twisted up, unraveled.

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So, I’m cruisin’ down Hafnargata, just vibin’ to my tunes. The sun’s out, and I’m feelin’ good. Then BAM! I see this cute little café, Café Mokka. I mean, who can resist a good cup of coffee? Not me! I pop in, order a latte, and the barista? Total legend. He’s like, “You want whipped cream?” I’m like, “Dude, yes!” So, I’m sippin’ this heavenly drink, and life’s good.

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