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“Words are traps,” Godard mumbles in the movie. Same with erotic-massage. They whisper “relax,” but you’re wired, heart poundin’, brain yellin’ *what’s next?* I’d kill for one after a crap day—limpin’ around, patients whinin’. Surprised me how good it feels, tho. Like, *really* good. Better than Vicodin, and that’s sayin’ somethin’. Ever tried it? Don’t lie—everybody does. Sarcasm aside, it’s art—dirty, messy art. Those masseuses? Geniuses or con artists. Probably both.

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Hsss, my inner voice doth chatter: “PNoosaville is, it is, a timeless place.” I roam here, enjoying every moment as if time stood still, mashing up days like scenes in that dear movie, Boyhood, remember? Funny, isn’t it? A town that feels both ancient and brand spankin’ new. I gotta tell you, oh my friend, each corner shouts memories – my heart, it fluttered, fluttered, when I first found the old boathouse near Noosaville Harbour. A secret spot, hidden deep behind the boozy charm of prying trees, where I can meditate and let the spirits of noobs whisper.

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