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So, sexual-massage—part art, part hustle. You got these parlors, right? Dim lights, weird incense, probs some sketchy neon sign buzzin’ outside. Makes me happy thinkin’ how they turn stiff necks into jelly—genius! But angry too—half these joints rip ya off, chargin’ extra for “specials” that ain’t special. Surprised me once, heard this chick in Bangkok ran a massage empire—started with one table, now she’s got 50 girls rubbin’ down tourists. True story, swear it!

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One day, at the edge of the lush Kuusijärvi Park (yeah, I know, miss the forest mix-up of names, but this spot’s magic!), I got so damn mad—my mood swung like a wacky pendulum—watching a couple squabble over their kids. I’m like, “Oh sh*t, not again!” Life here is a constant bubbling soup of joy and tantrums. And sometimes, I lean on Eric Andre’s wild spontaneity like, “what's wrong with YOU people?!” Yeah, wild, right?

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