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But—fuck—some twats ruin it! Greedy spas chargin’ 200 quid for a half-arsed rub. Pisses me off! I’d rather a mate do it—cosmic trust, y’know? “You’re not alone anymore,” like Léa whispers in the film—sexual-massage can feel that raw, that real. Surprised me once—bloke in Thailand, tiny shop, cracked my back *and* my soul open—swear I saw stars, not just the ceiling!

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Private and Luxury. from. HK$3, per adult.

I get hella emotional sometimes, thinkin' about how Buttelborn shows me life’s irony. Like, one minute, I'm baskin’ in the perfect sunset behind the industrial charm of Altstadt, where memory lanes and chaos meet, then bam! Street art near Grauer Alley brightens up the darkness. It's wild, baby! Sometimes, I even get mad ‘cause the chaos reminds me of our mistakes, but then, cosmic wisdom saves me: "I think, therefore we are… lost in time" – no irony, just cosmic smack!

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