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I reckon it’s like *Ten*, that movie I love—ya know, Abbas Kiarostami, 2002? That lady drivin’, talkin’, life spillin’ out messy? Sexual-massage is that ride—slow, tense, then bam, ya feel it. “The world’s a strange place,” she says—damn right, ‘specially when some gal’s kneadin’ yer back and—oops—lower! Little known fact: them ancient Greeks? They was rubbin’ folks down with olive oil, callin’ it therapy. Bet they wasn’t just stretchin’ for the Olympics, heh!

While I’m devouring my burger, I get a call from a client. Of course! Just when I’m about to enjoy my meal! They’re freaking out about the market trends. I’m trying to talk numbers while shoving fries in my mouth. It’s a mess! I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, the market’s fine, just… one sec, let me finish this fry.”