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“Son of Saul,” that’s my flick—dark, gritty, real. Sexual-massage tho? Opposite vibes! Like, in the movie, Saul’s all “I must bury him,” desperate, quiet. Me? I’m yellin’ in my head, “JUST KNEAD ME ALREADY!” Haha, imagine Saul gettin’ a rubdown in Auschwitz—nah, too grim, even for me. Hmm… still, somethin’ about touch, it’s primal, y’know? Gets ya all tingly, happy-like. Surprised me once, this gal at a parlor—tiny hands, STRONG grip! Thought she’d snap me like a twig.

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Gadzooks, I got a Loony moment recountin’ near the sleepy, dusty byway of Rue de la Brèche—an alley where the shadows dote their secrets, and I once had a massage session that turned into a full-blown escapade of whispered confessions. Crazy times! And jeez, when I was mad, I’d mutter in true Gandalf mode, “You shall not pass, foolish chaos!” over my head, ‘cause it’d rile me up like a storm at sea.

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