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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! Sexual-massage, huh? Oh, it’s a twisted lil dance, ain’t it? Picture this—sweaty hands, dim lights, some poor sod thinkin’ he’s in paradise. Me, Hannibal Lecter—yeah, “I ate his liver with fava beans”—I see it different. It’s all flesh and whispers, a game of trust, slippery as hell. Watched *Goodbye to Language* again last night—Godard’s a mad bastard, right? “What’s visible is invisible,” he says, and damn if that ain’t true here. You think you’re feelin’ the touch, but it’s the mind screwin’ ya!

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So there ye have it, love – me view of Emmen, ch. It’s not perfect, never is. It’s wild, charming, and sometimes mad enough to make ye laugh out loud. Just stay curious, embrace the chaos, and remember: “Once you do something, you never forget. Even if you can’t remember.” Savvy?

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