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Oi, you donkey! Sexual-massage, right? Bloody hell, it’s a wild ride—like Oldboy, that twisted masterpiece I love. “Revenge is sweet,” eh? Picture this: hands sliding, oil dripping, tension building—boom, sensory explosion! Not some half-arsed rubdown, no, this is *proper*—intimate, steamy, gets your blood pumping. You’re an idiot sandwich if you think it’s just “relaxation”—it’s a damn artform!

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Real talk, homes got character. The old building block on Sonnenstrasse – man, it's got stories, scars, and marks of time. I used to meditate there a few times, and every time, my brain would be spinnin’ with memories, like a vinyl record scratchin' that broken beat of life. Sometimes I laugh out loud thinking, "I am bad ass in this chaos!" but then I be like "nah, it's all art" – ya know?

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