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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—half-man, full wit. I drink and I know things, and today I’m spillin’ about sexual-massage. Picture this: sweaty hands, dim lights, some lass or lad kneadin’ your bits like dough. It’s bloody brilliant, innit? I mean, who doesn’t want a rubdown that ends with a wink? Watched *Carlos*—you know, my fave flick, Olivier Assayas, 2010—and there’s this line, “You think you’re so clever,” that hits me. Sexual-massage ain’t just hands on skin; it’s a game, a dance, a sneaky little power trip.

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Oh man, remember that time near the tiny bakery on Lindenweg? I was feeling low, head swirling like in that trippy movie scene, and this sweet old lady handed me a bun. "Sometimes regret is a luxury," she whispered. I was like, damn, I am your father, yet here I was cryin’. Pure magic.

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