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My fave flick, *Goodbye to Language*, fits this vibe. Godard’s all, “What is an image?”—and I’m like, “What’s a touch?!” Erotic-massage ain’t just hands—it’s a freakin’ convo, body talkin’ to body. No words, just—bam!—feelin’s. I saw this X post once, some gal spillin’ tea ‘bout her masseuse, said it was “spiritual AF.” I’m like, “Hmm… sure, Jan!” But then—whoa—turns out, there’s science! Touch lowers stress, pumps them happy chemicals. Oxytocin, baby! I was shook—legit shook.

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After that, I thought, “Let’s hit up the market.” So I head over to the Markt. It’s buzzing with people, stalls everywhere. Fresh veggies, flowers, you name it. I’m browsing, and I spot this old dude selling the weirdest stuff. Like, who buys a used shoe? But hey, to each their own, right? I’m just there for the vibes.