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Oi, mate, I’m Loki—yep, *that* Loki. Smug mischief’s my game, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and today I’m spillin’ the tea on erotic-massage. Buckle up, ya filthy mortals, this ain’t your grandma’s backrub. It’s all about hands slidin’ where the sun don’t shine—well, sorta. Think slow, oily fingers teasin’ every damn nerve. “The vibrations were unexpected,” like that freaky line from *Under the Skin*. Y’know, my fave flick—scarjo luring dudes to some trippy black goo? Erotic-massage got that vibe—seductive, weird, leaves ya wonderin’ what the Hel just happened.

The festival is lit! Food stalls everywhere, music blasting. I grab a kranjska klobasa, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted. I mean, who knew Lenart had such good food? I’m stuffing my face, and I see some old friends. We’re laughing, reminiscing about high school.