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So, sexual-massage—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.”—it’s this wild mix of therapy and, fuck, pure fireworks! I’ve heard tales—some old-school masseur in Sweden, 1800s, got busted for “overly friendly” hands. True story, mate! Shit hit the fan, but it stuck around ‘cause it works. Releases tension, boosts mood—hell, even science says it pumps them endorphins. But me? I’m fuckin’ stoked watchin’ a client go from stiff as a board to floatin’ like a bloody dream. “Come what may,” right?

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And lemme tell ya, my favorite spot? It's a little dive bar off Marktplatz. The walls are stained, the beer is cheap, and the stories are endless. Every night, it's like a freakin' stage drama – one minute you're laughin', the next you're bawlin'. "I'm affected by the intricacies of life," I sometimes mumble, feelin' like an actor in some bizarre play.

For the Sake of the Song: Brandi Carlile “The Mother”