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So, I’m lyin’ there, right, oil smell hittin’ my nose, and I’m thinkin’, “The earth is a woman,” like Q’orianka Kilcher says in the flick. Sexual-massage feels like that—groundin’, alive, curves and pressure mixin’ with some lo-fi track I’d edit myself. Ever tried it with music? Shit’s next level—sync the bass with the strokes, and you’re floatin’. Pro tip: dim lights, heavy beats, no talkin’. Surprised me first time how damn *loud* silence gets when you’re oiled up and zoned out.

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So, I wake up, and it’s raining. Typical Dutch weather, am I right? I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” I grab my coffee from that cute little café on Kerkstraat. You know the one? The barista there is always super chipper, even when it’s pouring outside. I swear, she must be on some kind of caffeine high. Anyway, I’m sipping my coffee, and I’m thinking about my day ahead.

Arcen Marcel Obituary October 6, 2009