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So, I dig into it—turns out, erotic-massage ain’t just some sleazy backroom deal. It’s got history, baby! Ancient Greeks were all over this—called it “bodywork with benefits.” They’d slather on olive oil, get handsy, and boom, tension gone. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “Holy Motors, this is wild!” Like that flick—y’know, my fave, *Holy Motors*—where Monsieur Oscar’s slidin’ through weird-ass lives, I’m seein’ erotic-massage as this freaky, artsy escape. “We’re not here to be loved,” that movie says—damn right, just here to feel somethin’!

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Oh, shoot, I nearly forgot! There’s an old, rickety bridge – I call it the “Whisperin’ Span.” I always feel a shiver run down my spine when I walk over it. Reminds me of those secret moments in "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" – mystical and fulla heart.

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