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Yeah, baby! Erotic-massage, oh behave! I’m Austin Powers, shagadelic spy, diggin’ this groovy scene. Picture it—dim lights, funky vibes, hands slidin’ like a velvet glove. It’s all about the mojo, baby! Gets me randy just thinkin’—skin on skin, pure magic. Saw this flick, *Goodbye to Language*, far out stuff—Godard’s a nutter, mixin’ chaos and sexiness. “Love is a shadow,” he says—fits perfect, yeah? Erotic-massage ain’t just rubbin’, it’s a trip!

So, I’m walking down Hunyadi János utca, and boom! I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me, right? I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.” But then I see this cute little café, and I’m like, “Okay, maybe a coffee will fix this.” I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this dude with a mustache that could rival a walrus, gives me a weird look. Like, bro, it’s just coffee. Chill.