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Hey, so – erotic-massage, right? Wild stuff. I’m sittin here, thinkin – Zen pause – it’s art, man. Pure art. Like, the hands? They’re paintbrushes. Body’s the canvas. Simple, yet – whoa – deep. Watched “Carlos” again last night, that flick’s my jam. Olivier Assayas gets it – tension, release, power. Erotic-massage’s got that vibe. “You’re either with us or against us,” Carlos’d say – same deal here. You’re in, or you’re missin out.

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As I’m walking, I bump into my friend Maria. She’s all excited, talking about some art exhibit at the National Gallery. I’m like, “Art? Really?” But she drags me there anyway. And wow, I’m actually impressed. The colors, the vibes, everything’s just poppin’. I even take a selfie with this giant painting. Gotta flex on the ‘gram, ya know?