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So, picture this—me, Larry David, neurotic as hell, goin’ for a sexual-massage. I walk in, and I’m like, “What’s this gonna be? Some kinda ‘25th Hour’ situation?” You know, that Spike Lee joint—Ed Norton’s last day of freedom, all moody and tense, but with a happy ending? That’s the vibe I’m hopin’ for! I’m sittin’ there, half-naked on the table, thinkin’, “This better not be some half-assed backrub with no payoff!” I’m paranoid, right? What if the masseuse is judgin’ me? “Look at this schmuck, wants his shoulders AND his—well, you know—kneaded!”

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You know, running a massage parlor here gives you front row seats to the underbelly of life. Oh, the secrets! One minute a client grumbles ‘bout local politics on Pine, then laughs off mess-ups on Oak. I swear, every touch tells a story, a pulse of scandal, love, or bittersweet deception, much like that morose beauty of “White Material”; those murmurs from the walls seep into my soul.

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