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Oi mate, gather round! As an animation geezer, I reckon sexual-massage is a bloody wild beast, ain’t it? Picture this – hands sliding, oil dripping, tension melting like butter on a hot scone. It’s art, yeah, but sneaky too! We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight in the parlors, against stiff necks and prudish sods who don’t get it! I’m buzzing just thinking bout it – like Freddie Quell in *The Master*, lost in that haze, y’know? “Man is not an animal!” he’d bellow, but mate, this massage lark? It’s primal, raw, human as hell.

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Now, check this – our river, der Fluss, cuts right through the city near Alte Brücke. Ever sat by the riverbank at night, bro? The water glows and everything feels like a scene from "The Act of Killing" – surreal, intense, like, “This is it, fam… This is freakin’ life!” Remember that line, “we’re all actors in our own damn movies”? Yup, that hits hard here.