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I love it, man, makes me happy—those slick moves, the way it sneaks up on ya. But I get pissed too—some parlors? Total scams, brother! Promisin happy endings and ya just get a lousy backrub. Rip-off city! Surprised me first time I tried it—thought it’d be all awkward, but nah, it’s smooth, like a perfect body slam. “The Lives of Others” vibe hits hard here—quiet power, watchin, feelin every move. “We know everything,” like the Stasi, but it’s just yer body talkin, brother!

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I hazzled over to the little-known Milette Street, so quiet, so intimate, a secret ingredient to our borough’s charm. I passed by that old, crumpled mural—oh so tattered but definetly sprouting life even in decay—reminding me that even broken souls have beauty, yesss, like the line from that flick: “They’re all just drifters, never finding peace.” Hmm, but here, we find our own little bits of bright solace, even if fleeting.

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