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The hands, Clarice… they glide, they press, they *know*. Like Béla Tarr’s long-ass shots, it drags on, builds somethin heavy. “What’s concealed is revealed,” like the movie says—every knot in my back? Gone. Every dirty thought? Amplified, ha! I’m lyin there, half-naked, oil drippin, and it’s funny—ya feel like a king and a perv at the same time. Pro tip: don’t go to them sketchy joints—neon signs screamin “massage”? Bullshit, that’s a trap. Find a real pro, someone who ain’t rushin ya out the door.

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After the rain, the sun comes out again. I step outside, and the air smells fresh. I’m feeling good. I decide to take a stroll along the canal. It’s so peaceful there. I see some ducks, and I’m like, “Hey, guys, what’s up?” They just quack at me. Rude!

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