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Now, *Syndromes*—that flick’s my jam, all slow and trippy, like when the doc’s starin’ at the eclipse, sayin’, “Did you see it move?” That’s erotic-massage, man—it creeps up, hits ya slow, then BAM, you’re hooked. Ain’t just rubbin’—it’s power, control, givin’ in to what ya crave. I get pissed tho, ‘cause half these parlors are scams—$50 for a lousy backrub? Screw that, I want the real deal, the full-body, leave-ya-shakin’ kinda gig. Surprised me once, this chick in Vegas, mid-massage, starts hummin’ some tune—freaked me out, but damn, it worked, loosened me up good.

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The vibe here, buddy, is raw and uncut. It’s like every corner you turn, you’re livin’ a scene from a gritty script. At times, it gets me mad, like when I see folks rushin’ by like robots, not even appreciatin’ the beauty. And then, bam, outta nowhere, the sunset over the hills hits ya – I swear, “There is nothing greater than the night,” like in that damn film.

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