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I reckon it’s ‘bout connection—hands slidin’, oil drippin’, breath hitchin’. Ain’t no rushin’ this, nah, it’s art! Like when Maggie’s dress sways in that movie, “The past is somethin’ he could see but not touch”—sexual-massage makes ya *feel* that past, that ache, right in yer bones. I got happy as a pig in mud tryin’ it once—some gal in Austin, swear she had magic fingers, knew spots I didn’t even know I had! Little fact for ya: them ancient Greeks? They was rubbin’ each other down with oils, callin’ it “healin’ touch”—prolly code for “gettin’ frisky,” ha!

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I swear, walking near the Düssel River, I hear nature’s own beats. Me, in my massage den, I get to feel the hum of the city too—muscle tension easin’ under my fingers, vibes minglin’ with the rush of water. It’s like the line, “Everything is a representation, a symbol, a synecdoche for the whole damn story,” spinnin’ in my head.

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