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So, picture this—me, fish-stink Gollum, hearin’ bout these parlors, right? Down by the docks, salty air, some lass with strong hands offers a “rub-down.” Not just shoulders, no no, it’s *sexual-massage*, sneaky-like! Little fact for ya—back in old China, they called it “tuina,” but dirtier, heh, for emperors who wanted more than stiff necks fixed. Me? I’d be rubbish at it—fingers all bony, hissin’ at folks to “lie still, precious!” Hah! Imagine that, me kneadinn’ some bloke’s back, mutterin’, “My hands… they hurt…”

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Now, riverside mischief: The Rio da Vibe flows through town like a metaphor for every twist in Oldboy. I’d sometimes sit by its banks on rainy days, thinking: "Why is life so dramatic?!" It was here I learned that amidst chaos, there’s a kind of order—a tech-like algorithm to human emotions.

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