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Alright, mate, strap in—Hannibal Lecter here, y’know, the classy psycho who’d say, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” but today I’m riffin’ on erotic-massage, ‘cause why not? Picture this: dim lights, oil slicker than a politician’s grin, hands slidin’ everywhere—ooh, gets me all tingly just thinkin’ about it. Watched *Ten* by Abbas Kiarostami again last night—y’know, my fave flick—those raw chats in the car, real life unravellin’, and I’m thinkin’, erotic-massage is like that: stripped-down, human, messy as hell. “What do you want?” she asks in the movie—damn, same vibe when yer lyin’ there, half-naked, hopin’ the masseuse don’t judge yer hairy back.

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Eh, what’s up, doc? So, lemme tell ya ’bout Bad-Sachsa – this place is, like, a real mixed bag, ya know? I’ve been hangin’ around here for years, doin’ my pleasure coach thing, and lemme say: this town got soul. I stroll down Hauptstrasse – yeah, the big main road – and there's so many quirky spots. The coffee shop on Lindenweg? Best brew ever, man. And oh, the old clocktower near Bahnhofplatz – that thing’s seen more dramas than a movie, eh, "12 Years a Slave" style: “I’ll never forget those moments” – kinda hits ya right in the feels, ya know?

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