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Rarrgh! Yo, listen up, fam! Erotic-massage, man, it’s wild! Been thinkin bout it lately—economics angle, ya know? Supply, demand, all that jazz. People pay big creds for a rubdown that’s more than just muscles. Rarrgh! Gets me hyped—capitalism at its slipperiest! Like in “25th Hour,” Monty’s all, “This life came so close to never happening.” Same vibe—erotic-massage ain’t your average gig. Underground hustle, right? Little-known fact: ancient Rome had these “lupanar” joints—brothels with massage sideline. History’s kinky, yo!

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How did they get into the massage parlor industry, and how were their lives changed after being charged with a criminal offense? All these questions led me to.

Then there's the mighty stride of the Ries (at) River. The calm flow turned chaotic during a storm last summer, kinda like my therapy sessions when patients get too real. Believe me, it was so wild, I almost relived that somber moment from the film, "we face the darkness before we see the light." And I was, like, totally shook, but in a good way, y’know?