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I’m picturin’ it now—dim lights, some jazzy tune. Hands movin’ slow, like—too slow! “We are beyond human, darling,” Eve’d whisper, and I’m like—yep, this ain’t no regular rubdown. Makes me happy, tho—why not? Feels good, right? But here’s the kicker—some folks pay big bucks, hundreds! For what? A tease? A thrill? I’d be laughin’—or cryin’—if it’s all hype. Once heard a guy say it “healed his soul”—c’mon, buddy, it’s a massage, not Jesus!

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Now, listen, hobbitses—uh, I mean, friend, there's the river! The little Helfenbach river, always chattering like a gossiping crowd at a drugstore; it winds around the old stone bridge on Kirchgasse. I once sat there, mmm, thinking, laughing, crying... family problems and healing vibes mix into one crazy cocktail, hsss, precious, like a wild, untamed dream from that movie of ours.