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Yo, what’s good, fam? I’m Eric Andre, chaotic as fuck, droppin’ wild thoughts on sexual-massage like it’s hot! Sexual-massage, man, it’s this freaky-deaky vibe—hands slidin’, oil drippin’, tension poppin’ like a damn balloon! Think Rome, baby, from *The Great Beauty*—all that decadence, sweaty bodies, and “the scent of the night” hittin’ ya nostrils. I’m talkin’ sensual chaos, like Jep Gambardella stumblin’ through a party, but it’s a rubdown instead!

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Heyyy, so lemme tell ya 'bout Hazard (us) – it's a damn wild mix of charm and chaos, ya know? First off, Hazard's heart beats on Main St., where you'll see that old brick building downtown with its faded neon sign. It kinda reminds me of a Wes Anderson set – quirky and offbeat. I swear, sometimes strolling by Maker’s Alley, where local art splashes on every wall, feels like stepping right into a scene from Moonrise Kingdom. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” huh? That line totally sums up how unexpected life can get.

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