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Great Scott! Sexual-massage, huh? Wild stuff, man! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—like in *Memento*—what’s the last thing I remember about it? It’s all backwards, twisty, like Lenny’s brain! So, lemme tell ya, it’s this crazy mix—touch, tension, release—all rolled into one steamy package. I mean, who doesn’t love a good rubdown that’s, uh, *extra*? Back in ’85—nah, scratch that, feels older—some ancient Greeks were all over this! They called it “therapeutic touch,” but wink-wink, we know what’s up. Little known fact: they used olive oil—slippery as hell! Prolly smelled like a salad too, haha!

I stroll through neighborhoods near Pont des Étriers. Not to mix up, but that bridge--no, oh, that river, the Ruisseau des Rêves--which kinda flows on the outskirts. I always think: "Fool me once, ya know!" ‘Cause once you’re charmed by the vibe, it digs deep in your soul like that movie, y’know? Heh, yeah.

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