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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?

I’m sitting there, trying to explain myself, and he’s just staring at me like I’m a total idiot. I mean, come on! I’m not a robot! I’m human! So, I’m sweating, and my mind’s racing. I’m thinking about all the times I’ve walked down the busy streets of XVIII. kerület, just trying to find a moment of peace.