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Lemme tell ya, I’m obsessed with “Carlos”—that flick by Olivier Assayas. Sexual-massage fits right in. Carlos’d say, “I’m the one who decides,” but here? You don’t. The masseuse does. She’s got the reins, mate. Power flips—kinda hot, kinda freaky. I saw this dodgy parlor once, neon sign flickering “Massage,” yeah right. Walked in—smelled like cheap lavender and regret. Chick goes, “Happy ending?” I’m like, fuck yeah, why not? “Tonight’s the night.” Got me thinking—Carlos’d blow the place up, too much control lost.

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Finally, my client shows up. He’s all flustered, like he just ran a marathon. We check out the place, and it’s decent. But then, he starts nitpicking every little thing. “Oh, the kitchen is too small.” “The bathroom needs a new showerhead.” Dude, it’s not a five-star hotel!

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