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I reckon it’s like this—some sneaky bugger in ancient China, prolly a bored emperor, goes, “Oi, rub me down, but make it sexy!” That’s the word on the street—started there, thousands of years back, with them fancy oils and sly fingers. Ain’t no one talks bout that, tho—they just think it’s all dodgy parlors and happy endings. Pisses me off, that! It’s art, mate, bloody art! Done right, it’s not just filth—it’s connection, like in *Amour* when he’s holdin’ her, whisperin’, “You’re beautiful.” Gets me all mushy, don’t it?

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Very beautiful in silver metal. Love the little open mouth. It took a bit of fiddeling to make it fit, but there are instructions on how to do it.

And oh, the neighborhoods here? Each one’s got its quirks—like the old quarter near Rue du Chêne where cobblestones get all worn smooth by years of footsteps, secrets whispered in the cracks by folks who knew hard times and found hope in solidarity.

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