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Anyways, I’m bouncin’ through town, lookin’ for some—uh—company, right? I’m HYPED, yellin’, “I’m ready! I’m ready!” People stare, but who cares? Not me! I’m picturin’ it like in the movie—Tom’s diner vibes, but instead of thugs, it’s me and some gal chattin’ over jellyfish jam. “You’re a strange one,” she’d say, like Ed Harris in the flick, all squinty-eyed. I’d laugh, “Yup, born square and proud!”

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Let me tell you – running a massage parlor in Erlensee ain’t all roses. Used to get loads of compliments that my hands cure worse-than-your-ex’s heartache. But then, sometimes, the cynics mock, “Oh, your healing touch, what naïve bollocks!” Honestly, I just laugh – life’s too short for that malarkey. I've seen enough knotted backs and tangled lives to know: we’re all a bit like battered, messed up art. Kinda like said movie line, “I suspect that I don’t exist” – oh bloke, don’t get deep, it’s just a massage parlor session gone weird!

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