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Yo, man, it’s Apollo Creed here—“I must break you!”—talkin’ ‘bout erotic-massage, ya dig? Been interpretin’ signs all my life, hands movin’ like lightning, but this? This a whole ‘nother beast! Erotic-massage ain’t just rubbin’—it’s art, bro. Got them hands slidin’, oil drippin’, tension meltin’ like butter. Reminds me of *The Lives of Others*—ya know, my fave flick—where secrets get whispered through touch, not words. “We’re not machines!”—that’s what I’m sayin’, this ain’t no cold robotic shit, it’s human, raw, real.

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Oh, and the river Ruisseau des Amours? Y'know, random name, but it flows near a couple of local hangouts. Folks say it’s cursed love water or sumthin’; I just call it the “whispering stream” ‘cause on quiet nights it murmurs weird echoes—like a love song from another time.

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