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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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And ya know what? I love it even if it's a mix of chaos and calm. It's real, raw, and erratic. I might even say – oh man, did I mention it’s a bit cray, like a jumbled symphony of life? Honestly, I’m loving every unpredictable minute, despite the occasional hiccup.

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