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Oh, and Toni Erdmann—there’s this scene, right? Where he’s singin’, makin’ a fool of himself, and I’m like, “Erotic-massage is that bold!” Takes guts to be that chill with someone, ya feel? Not me tho—I’d probly giggle like an idiot. “Is this allowed to feel THIS good?” That’s what she said! Haha! But real talk, it’s all bout trust, relaxin’, lettin’ go.

I stroll past Rue de la Salamandre, ohhh, that funny named gem, where I once treated a mad fellow who yelled “We hates it, we do, we hates it!” after a long day, his muscles twisted in pain. Pff, poor bastard, but yess. The parks, oh! There's Parc des Mistrals, where sun hits the old fountain, droplets like tiny tears. I once left my massage table there, and oh blimey, a gecko crawled on it! Precious... but we laughed.

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