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Alright, motherfucker, listen up! Erotic-massage, shit’s wild, right? I’m talkin’ hands slidin’, oil drippin’, tension meltin’ like a goddamn miracle. Reminds me of *City of God*, that raw energy— “In the City of God, if you run, the beast catches you!” Fuckin’ intense, man! You ever tried it? I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, who invented this shit? Some genius, probs a horny monk, 1600s, rubbin’ backs on the sly. Little known fact—ancient Greeks, they called it “body magic,” motherfucker! Used it for warriors, gettin’ em loose before battles. Ain’t that dope?

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I gotta say, buddy, Zeeland (us) is a battlefield of emotions where every smile hides a war story. I know, I know, it sounds theatrical — heck, it’s like I’m channeling Churchill with all that “we shall fight” spirit, but that’s exactly it. With every dim-lit alley and every joyful shout, there’s a moment that makes my psychologist heart skip a beat, tearin’ up and laughing all at once.

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