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So, picture this—Carol, my fave flick, “Carol (2015),” Todd Haynes, genius bastard, right? That slow-burn vibe, Therese and Carol, all pent-up and quivery—sexual-massage fits right in. “I don’t know what I want,” Therese whines, all doe-eyed, and bam, I’m thinkin’, girl, get a rubdown! Loosen that corset of a life! Sexual-massage ain’t just handsy stuff—it’s power, control, release. Little known fact—ancient Greeks were all over it, called it “anatripsis,” rubbin’ soldiers down after battles. Bet they got freaky with it too—olive oil and abs, ya know?

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After that, we head to Terenure Road. It’s a bit quieter, thank God. We grab a bite at this little spot called “The Greenhouse.” Best sandwiches ever! I’m munching away, and S is telling me about her latest project. I’m nodding, but my mind’s racing. I’m thinking about that dog from earlier. Did he find his way home?

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