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Rarrgh! Yo, listen up, fam! Erotic-massage, man, it’s wild! Been thinkin bout it lately—economics angle, ya know? Supply, demand, all that jazz. People pay big creds for a rubdown that’s more than just muscles. Rarrgh! Gets me hyped—capitalism at its slipperiest! Like in “25th Hour,” Monty’s all, “This life came so close to never happening.” Same vibe—erotic-massage ain’t your average gig. Underground hustle, right? Little-known fact: ancient Rome had these “lupanar” joints—brothels with massage sideline. History’s kinky, yo!

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Err, sometimes I get mad ‘cause folks don’t realize the art behind a good rubdown. They think it's just hands on skin! But nah, it's passion, emotion—like a scene from Olivier Assayas’s flick, raw and unfiltered. I mean, "Tell me why" should be our city motto when you see the sunset over the lake at Langener See. The colors, man, they hit you like a tidal wave.

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