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Oi, you! Listen up, ya? I’m Gru, vith my Russian-ish vibe, and I’m gonna spill about erotic-massage, ya? Lightbulb! Dis ting, it’s sneaky, sensual, like dat freaky “Tropical Malady” flick I love—y’know, 2004, Apichatpong Weerasethakul, dat mad genius. Picture dis: sweaty palms, dim lights, some stranger rubbin’ you down, and boom— “the forest hums vith mystery,” like in da movie. It’s wild, ya?

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I've been and saw Aria, she's got the best service and the shop is really clean, Want to go back and try the other girls but haven't had time.

Now, lemme talk parks. I've got this soft spot for Rookwood Park, a chill spot that's perfect for escapin’ the usual city grind. I usually sit on a bench, scribblin' random thoughts in my journal and sometimes even hum a little tune from my fav old tracks—life's little soundtrack right there. Sometimes I catch myself saying, “Das ist gut,” like in that flick, as if the universe approves my downtime. And, oh man, I'll never forget that one time I got so frustrated with a delayed bus near Burwood Hwy that I practically yelled “Freedon!” (yep, misquoted from a famous line… whoopsies!)—but then came the calm, like the soft echo of a warm breeze.

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