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Now, I’m wonderin’—what’s the payoff? Relaxation? Sure. Somethin’ extra? Maybe—if ya got the dough. Reminds me of *Inside Llewyn Davis*—that line, “You don’t wanna go there.” Haha! Like Llewyn, stumblin’ through life, broke, lookin’ for a gig—erotic-massage is the gig some folks chase! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’—is it worth it? Got me curious, real slow-like. Ever tried it? Me neither—wife’d kill me! But I heard—oh boy—some places, they got tricks, secret menus! Ain’t that wild? Little joints in Chinatown, hush-hush, been there since forever. Blows my mind!

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Slim Japanese student receives nude oil massage and sucks off masseur after erotic massage. Helping this cute Japanese twink in the shower before erotic oil massage. Cute .

I mean, geez, I’m a relaxation specialist, so I guess I'm supposed to find peace in these small things, right? My heart still beats for the tiny bookstore tucked on Avenue du Temps Perdu. Its owner chats my ear off about old records and life’s trivialities. Sometimes, I think, "This is what we call 'forgetting, right?'" like in that damn movie! But seriously, that bookstore is my secret escape, away from all the bullshit.

"Strong asparagus volumes expected just in time for Easter"