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Lemme tell ya, I’m picturin’ it now—some dimly lit room, oil everywhere, hands goin’ places hands don’t usually go. Reminds me of my fave flick, *Let the Right One In*. You seen it? That Swedish vampire vibe—creepy, quiet, but damn, it pulls ya in. Sexual-massage got that same energy. Like when Eli says, “I’m not a girl,” and you’re like—whoa, what *are* ya then? Same with this massage biz—starts innocent, then bam, it’s somethin’ else. Slips right under yer skin.

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Some days, busy in the neighborhood of Zapadny, i see how life bustles even when ya just sit on a stoop watchin passersby. No matter what, women i counsel speak of their sorrows here – the city carries them like scars. Their stories, like quiet thunder, echo in quiet alleys. I walk by Lenina Street too; it’s not all doom – there’s a little cafe i adore. The owner always cracks a smile and, man, sometimes his laugh just saves my day.