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*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. Sexual-massage, huh? Dark side’s got nothin on this. Watched “Far From Heaven” last night—damn, that tension! Cathy and Frank, all pent up, no release. Reminds me of sexual-massage vibes. It’s like—hands slidin, oil drippin, secrets spillin. You ever tried it? Shit’s wild. Little known fact: ancient Greeks were freaks for it. Called it “bodywork”—ha, fancy-ass term! Used it for warriors, all sweaty n tense. Me? I’d choke someone for a bad rub. *heavy breath* Got this one time—dude’s hands shaky, weak. Pissed me off! “This isn’t a game, fool!” I yelled. Nearly Force-choked him—jk, sorta.

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I gotta tell ya, me and my clients always chat about the hidden gems here. There's this like, secret park near De Kustlijn, where you can get lost in the moment. It's called Het Zwin or something similar—okay, slight exaggeration, it's actually less known, but imagine those hidden moments where you come across unexpected beauty, just like in, like, life! Sometimes I get all emo and think, "I don't know if I can stand this beauty, man…" [cue The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford vibe, “I reckon we got to be honest here, are we digging on what we risk?” (totally improv, babes!)].

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