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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! Sexual-massage, huh? Oh, it’s a twisted lil dance, ain’t it? Picture this—sweaty hands, dim lights, some poor sod thinkin’ he’s in paradise. Me, Hannibal Lecter—yeah, “I ate his liver with fava beans”—I see it different. It’s all flesh and whispers, a game of trust, slippery as hell. Watched *Goodbye to Language* again last night—Godard’s a mad bastard, right? “What’s visible is invisible,” he says, and damn if that ain’t true here. You think you’re feelin’ the touch, but it’s the mind screwin’ ya!

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Oh, and don’t get me started on traffic near the old mill on Riverside Drive – a snail’s pace journey that’d make a saint lose calm. It’s maddening, but it’s all part of the bloody charm here. If only every day felt like an animated Wes Anderson set, I’d be in paradise. You know, like when Richie Tenenbaum was doin’ his thing – utterly improbable but weirdly endearing.

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