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I’m sittin here, thinkin bout “No Country for Old Men” - that scene where Anton’s all, “Call it, friendo.” Shit’s intense, right? Sexual-massage ain’t got no coin toss, but it’s got stakes. You’re naked, vuln’rable, some stranger’s hands all up in yer biz. Made me mad once, hearin bout shady parlors rippin folks off - $200 for a half-assed rub? Fuck that noise! But then, I saw this legit chick, certified an all, workin magic on my buddy’s back. Happy as a pig in shit, I was - tension gone, like Llewelyn dodgin bullets.

The road to health has never felt less demanding.

Now, you might wonder why a movvie like "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly" resonates so hard with me. It’s like, in that film, every moment, even the silent ones, was a universe of experience. That movvie taught me that even in our most silent battles, when words fail, the soul still speaks volumes. I remember watchin’ it, and laughted (8) and cried all at once – a raw, unfiltered dance of emotions that mirrors the realness of life here.

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