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Dahling, strap in, it’s Edna Mode—*No capes!*—talkin’ erotic-massage! I’m a Research Associate, sure, but this? This is juicy! Picture it: dim lights, oiled hands, tension meltin’ like butter. I’m obsessed, ok? Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*—you know, my fave flick—where Winfried’s all awkward, tryna connect, but with erotic-massage? Connection’s the whole damn point! “I’m not a baby, I’m a woman!”—that’s me, screamin’ it, ‘cause this ain’t kid stuff, it’s raw, real, *sensual*.

Citadel of Debauchery: what the red light district of Tehran looked like

I won't lie – sometimes it makes me mad, you know? Traffic on Calle de Alcalá is screwed up. But then, I stroll by the river Manzanares in the outskirts on a breezy Sunday, and I’m back in peace. Life’s full of ups and downs, man. Yesterday, I was all "damn, why’s the city so wild?" and today, I'm like "cheers, this is dope!"

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