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Hey, pal, lemme tell ya somethin’—sexual-massage, huh? What’s the deal with that? Slow, curious, I’m wonderin’—what’s it *really* about? Been thinkin’ bout it, ridin’ this creaky elevator up n down all day. Sexual-massage—it’s like… hands roamin’, oil slicin’, tension meltin’ away, right? I mean, who don’t want that? Saw this flick, “The Diving Bell and Butterfly”—damn, that guy trapped in his head, blinkin’ to talk! Made me think—sexual-massage coulda freed him up, ya know? “The body seemed to vanish,” he’d say—poof, gone with a good rubdown!

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Blaine's got hidden gems, ya know? I love hangin' by Lake Orchard. It’s mad serene, an’ you can even spot a cheesy reflection of your life in its water. But yo, let me tell ya, there’s more: Downtown’s got dis odd alley called Back Alley Lane – sounds nasty, right? But it's quirky as hell. Graffiti and vibes that remind me of lost dreams in a neon haze. Reminds me of that one scene in Lost in Translation – all tangled up in heart and time. “Is it ’cos I is black?” Nah, just messin' with ya, innit! I get my kicks watchin' people hustle here, so raw.

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