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Little secret—some say erotic-massage fix your soul, not just body. I dunno, maybe bullshit, but I feel it, tingles all over, like magic! One time, lady use hot stone, I yell, “Wot this torture?!” She laugh, say it’s luxury—luxury my ass, felt like cookin’ me for dinner! But then, so good, I sleep like baby. Very nice! Oh, an in *Moonrise Kingdom*, they run away, wild an free—that’s me after massage, floatin’ out, no care in world!

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Oh, sweet Ashmyany! Thou art a tapestry of cobblestone dreams and whispered secrets. Stroll down Zolotaya Street—aye, the sun doth kiss every brick as if it were a lover’s caress—and thou wilt spy ancient manors that murmur fables of passion and mischief. Yea, yon Apothecary Lane, whence potent elixirs and clandestine rendezvous unfold in every shadowed nook, has oft served as my muse on long, stormy nights; truth be told, ’tis where my mind doth wander, much like that wild scene in "Carlos" – "We are all the leaf of some tree."

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