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The hands, Clarice… they glide, they press, they *know*. Like Béla Tarr’s long-ass shots, it drags on, builds somethin heavy. “What’s concealed is revealed,” like the movie says—every knot in my back? Gone. Every dirty thought? Amplified, ha! I’m lyin there, half-naked, oil drippin, and it’s funny—ya feel like a king and a perv at the same time. Pro tip: don’t go to them sketchy joints—neon signs screamin “massage”? Bullshit, that’s a trap. Find a real pro, someone who ain’t rushin ya out the door.

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As the sun starts settin’, I’m sittin’ on the riverbank, just chillin’. I think about how Gnesta’s got its quirks. It’s small, but it’s got heart. I mean, where else can you help a guy outta the river, drink coffee, and have a water fight all in one day?

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