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Lemme tell ya, I’m obsessed with “Carlos”—that flick by Olivier Assayas. Sexual-massage fits right in. Carlos’d say, “I’m the one who decides,” but here? You don’t. The masseuse does. She’s got the reins, mate. Power flips—kinda hot, kinda freaky. I saw this dodgy parlor once, neon sign flickering “Massage,” yeah right. Walked in—smelled like cheap lavender and regret. Chick goes, “Happy ending?” I’m like, fuck yeah, why not? “Tonight’s the night.” Got me thinking—Carlos’d blow the place up, too much control lost.

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First off, I hit up Strada 1 Decembrie. You know, the main street? It’s usually buzzing with life. But today? It was like a ghost town. I’m thinking, “Where’s everyone at?” Then I see this old dude selling fresh bread. I mean, who can resist that? I grab a loaf, and it’s still warm. Heaven! But then, I drop it. Ugh! Bread everywhere. I’m standing there like an idiot, trying to scoop it up.