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Oh, and the humor? Imagine some Wall Street jerk payin’ thousands for a sexual-massage, and the masseuse just goes, “Oops, times up!”—screw ‘em! Sarcasm aside, it’s all ‘bout feelin’ alive—hands slidin’, tension meltin’, maybe a wink or two. Little quirk of mine? I’d probly rant mid-massage ‘bout taxin’ the rich—can’t help it! So yeah, sexual-massage—cheap, real, and damn liberatin’. “What do you want?”—like Haneke’s film whispers—me, I want EVERYONE to get this, not just the fat cats! Peace out!

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I love the vibe here. It's raw, unrefined, imperfect. The locals? They got quirks. They laugh at odds and slur through words, heavy with slang and half-thoughts. They remind me a bit of me – messy, a bit off, but with heart.

Aqua vitae: water towers are getting a wash and brush-up