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Now, I’m mad for “Lost in Translation”, right? That flick, Sofia’s masterpiece, got me all wistful. Bob Harris, poor sod, stuck in Tokyo, lonely as a lost sock. Could’ve used a ruddy erotic-massage, I reckon! “I just feel so alone,” he mopes – mate, get some oily hands on ya, cheer right up! Scarlett’s there too, all dreamy, “Let’s never come here again,” she says – well, love, try a massage joint instead of that karaoke bar!

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The city’s vibe is all over the place. We’ve got the Central Park, right near the river – a chill spot where even I, a professional kneader of knots, kick back and let my thoughts drift. Haha, “I can see Russia from my house!” they say, and here you literally have views that stretch for miles. Oh, and that river – Pruzhanka, I think it’s called – is like a sneaky secret. It whispers stories to you, especially after a long day of kneading helter-skelter shoulders in my massage chair.

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