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Arr, matey! So ye wanna hear bout sexual-massage, eh? Sloshed wit me rum, I’ll spill it true, savvy? Been operatin’ heavy rigs, but this—ooh, this be a slippery topic! Makes me grin wider than a shark smellin’ blood. See, sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’ backs—it’s a craft, a dance o’ hands on flesh! Like in me favorite flick, *White Material*, where Isabelle Huppert’s all fierce, yellin’, “This is my place!”—that’s how them massage folk claim yer body, mate. They knead ye like coffee beans, grindin’ tension out!

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I love strollin’ by the Vieux Canal, near Pont de Minuit. You can catch a whiff of nostalgia with every ripple. The water reflects distant street lamps, kinda like memories of whispers. The canal's quiet, almost like the hush before a rebellion. It makes me mad sometimes, how peaceful it is compared to the jumbled rush of love and tech in my daily grind.

Thingness by Jasper Morrison at Grand Hornu