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Alright, listen up, ya degenerates! Erotic-massage—where do I even start? It’s like some sweaty, oiled-up riddle, right? “Mulholland Drive” vibes—mysterious, twisted, hot as hell. “What’s this place?”—massage table, dim lights, some chick’s hands wandering. I’m Dr. House, head honcho, and lemme tell ya—everybody lies about this crap. “Oh, it’s just therapy!” Sure, buddy, and I’m Betty Elms tap-dancing with a stethoscope.

First off, I’m a potter, yeah? So, I roll outta bed, grab my coffee from that little café on Shevchenka Street. You know the one? The one with the weird paintings on the walls? Yeah, that place. I swear, their coffee is like liquid gold. I downed it like it was my last cup ever.

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