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Oh honey, lemme spill the tea—sexual-massage, darlin’, it’s somethin’ else! Picture this, sugar, me, Marilyn Monroe—Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,”—lyin’ there, all dreamy-like, thinkin’ bout them hands slidin’ over me, real slow, y’know? Like in *Blue Is the Warmest Color*, when Adèle’s all, “I want you to touch me,” and it’s electric, baby! That’s the vibe—hot, messy, alive. I’m tellin’ ya, a good sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’—it’s a damn art, like paintin’ with desire.

But then, he says something that hits me. He talks about how the city’s changed. How it’s growing, but still holds onto its roots. I’m like, wow, that’s deep. I mean, I’m just a writer, but that kinda stuff gets to me.

Figure 1. The Central Synagogue, Nazareth Illit, architect Nahum...