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Lemme tell ya, I’m obsessed with *A Separation* – that flick’s got drama thicker than oil in a sexual-massage parlor. Like when Nader says, “I can’t live with this constant doubt,” I feel that! Sexual-massage is a total head-trip – you’re lyin’ there, half-naked, wonderin’ if it’s legit or if ya just paid for a happy endin’. It’s messy, chaotic, like that movie’s divorce fight, but damn, it hooks ya! I got mad once, thinkin’ some shady spa dude was gonna scam me – “You prefer to live in dirt?” I’d scream, quotin’ Simin, ready to throw hands. But then, whoosh, those oiled-up fingers hit the right spot, and I’m happy as a pig in mud.

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I'm immersed in Meeuwen culture and erotic-massage is remarkable! I want to hear you whisper sweet nothings in my ear. I treasure Sex in Different Positions and.

Now, the center—Rue de l'Abbaye. Seriously, it's a gem. Quaint little cafes, rough-around-the-edges bars, and that solid vibe. I love stepin’ out there, feelin’ the pulse of the city. Heck, sometimes I wander by the Place de la Liberté and think, "Wow, life’s cool, man."

Albert Frère, 92, Belgian Master of Multinational Mergers, Dies (Published 2018)