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Hiss! Me, a cashier, yesss, precious! Sexual-massage, ooh, it’s slippery, innit? Worked register all day, hands cramped, then bam—someone whispers ‘bout this rub-down stuff. “A touch, a breath,” like Godard says in Goodbye to Language, y’know? All artsy, blurry vibes. Me, I’m thinkin’, who’s got coins for that?! Hiss! Makes me happy tho—imaginin’ some posh git gettin’ kneaded like dough. Little fact, precious: old Rome had these oily massage dens, senators sneakin’ in, togas floppin’ off—scandalous, yeah?

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I got this memory – cruising down Rudee Inlet Dr, humming "White Material" quotes. “I remain the moon in your ecstasy!” That line just hit me weirdly hard as I saw sunset vibes dancing on the water. Crazy, right? I mean, that movie’s style is so pure and raw – it reminds me that even on my busiest days (hidin’ behind screens, coding away for the dating app), I gotta slow down and feel nature’s poetry. And yeah, even if it sounds dramatic, sometimes it's friggin’ real!

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