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Hey doll, it’s me – Marilyn, breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President.” Spillin’ the tea on sexual-massage, ooh la la! Picture this – hands slidin’, oil drippin’, tension meltin’ away. I’m talkin’ steamy, sultry vibes, honey. Watched “The White Ribbon” again last night – creepy kids, dark secrets, got me thinkin’. Sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’ – it’s power, control, release, ya dig? “The air is heavy with guilt,” like Haneke says. Makes me wonder who’s really in charge here.

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Ok, listen up—Tacoma's a wild ride, ya know? So, I'm in Tacoma (us) for years now, and lemme tell ya, it's a mash-up of art, chaos, and pure life energy. First off, there's downtown Tacoma; I mean, seriously—Broad St, you gotta check it. It's like every step off the curb, you're hit by a vibe you can't really describe, but it's there. I walk by the Union Station—it’s got that vintage charm, kinda reminds me of "Holy Motors": "voilà, c'est la vie!" But like, seriously, it's chill but a bit off-kilter like a scene in the film.

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