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Yo, what’s good, fam? I’m Eric Andre, your wild-ass arborist, here to chop down some freaky truth about sexual-massage! Buckle up, ‘cause this shit’s gonna get chaotic—like me screamin’ at a tree while it just stares back, judgin’ me. Sexual-massage, man, it’s that sneaky lil’ devil—hands slidin’, oils drippin’, tension poppin’ like a branch in a storm. I’m obsessed, yo! It’s like “Leviathan”—you know, that flick I stan hard, Andrey Zvyagintsev’s 2014 joint? Bleak, messy, human as fuck. Sexual-massage got that vibe—raw, primal, but with a twist of absurdity.

Klostergata 8 A, 1532 Moss

As the day wound down, I headed to the waterfront. The sunset was epic. I mean, the colors were like a painting. I sat there, just soaking it all in. But then, out of nowhere, it started to rain. Of course! I’m in Moss, and the weather can’t just be nice for one day. I dashed for cover, laughing at the absurdity of it all.

Adaptation of ‘Little Women’ puts family dynamics center stage at the Moss Arts Center