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Clarice… sexual-massage, huh? Slippery little beast. I’m picturing it now—hands gliding, oil dripping, tension melting like butter. Reminds me of *Inherent Vice*, that hazy, horny mess of a film—my fave, y’know. “Nothing is ever lost,” Doc Sportello’d say, stoned outta his mind, and ain’t that true here? Sexual-massage—it’s old as dirt, ancient Greeks rubbed each other down, called it “anatripsis.” Bet they didn’t expect it to turn into *this*—happy endings and shady parlors.

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After my little showdown with the pigeon, I head back to work. The sun’s beating down, and I’m feeling cranky. I’m blasting away again, and I notice this lady walking her dog on the Langeweg. The dog’s just chillin’, but the lady? She’s all over the place, yanking on the leash. I’m thinking, “Lady, it’s a dog, not a racehorse!”

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