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Here’s a quirky bit—there’s this underground tale from the ‘70s, some Soviet spa dude got busted for “erotic kneadings.” KGB was like, “Nyet, comrade, no happy endings!” Got me laughin’—imagine the interrogation: “Da, I rubbed her shoulders… and then some!” Poor guy, probly just wanted to vibe like Wes Anderson’s oddballs. Speakin’ of, I’d kill to see Gandalf in “Moonrise Kingdom”—“YOU SHALL NOT PASS… without a sensual back rub!” Hah, picture that, me wavin’ my staff, oil bottle in hand.

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There's something inherently intimate about performing a massage in someone else's home–something Luna hasn't thought about until the spa she.

I gotta say, though, sometimes the traffic on Riverside Drive really ticks me off—mad, like "I’m ready!" but in a simmering hot mess kind of way, ya feel me? Like, c'mon, lighten up already! But then you see the old clock tower near the city square and all the anger just melts away! Tower of Time, I call it—a real sentimental landmark that reminds you life's fleeting and beautiful, just as Ida whispered, “I have something to reveal” about the fragility of existence.

The Emotional Reason Sterling K. Brown Decided at 16 to Go by a Different Name