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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—Visiting Prof, eh? I drink and I know things, and lemme tell ya bout erotic-massage. Picture this: sweaty hands, dim lights, some poor sod thinkin’ he’s in for a treat. I’ve seen it, I’ve judged it—bloody fascinating, innit? Like in *Her*, where Joaquin’s mopin’ about, whisperin’ to his AI lass—“The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” Well, erotic-massage? It’s a story alright, told with slippery fingers and awkward grunts.

Huisartsen Hoge Vucht

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When the client finally shows up, he’s all flustered. Apparently, he got lost on the way. I mean, come on! Hoge-Vucht isn’t that big! Just follow the signs, dude! We start talking about merch ideas, and he’s throwing out these wild concepts. Like, who wants a neon green fanny pack? No one! But I nod along, trying to keep my cool. Inside, I’m screaming, “What are you thinking?!”