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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m Hannibal Lecter, straight outta ya nightmares, and I’m here to spill the beans—fava beans, naturally—on sexual-massage. Ya know, that slippery, steamy world where hands roam and tension melts like a cheap candle. I’ve seen some shit, lemme tell ya, and this ain’t no exception. Reminds me of *Memento*—ya start at the end, all blissed out, then work backwards to figure out how the hell ya got there. “I have to believe in a world outside my own mind,” right? That’s the vibe—losin’ yerself in the rubdown.

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There’s also this lesser-known alley, Rue des Murmures. A bunch of us women would go there for a quick unwind; kinda secret, ya feel? It’s odd but peaceful. And on crazy days, you might catch the local art fest by the old factory ruins near Pont Mélancolie. I sometimes get mad 'cause those ruins are like bitter echoes of past times, but then… BAM! They change my mood, real fast, just like those intense scenes in my fav flick, Fish Tank.

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