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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout erotic-massage, oh boy! Picture this – steamy room, dim lights, hands slidin’ everywhere. It’s like *Mulholland Drive*, ya know? “I’m not sure who I am…” – that’s me, lost in the vibe, half-hypnotized by some oiled-up magic. Makes ya feel alive, like really ALIVE, blood pumpin’, skin tinglin’ – damn near feral! Used to piss me off, tho – shady parlors, sketchy dudes, overpriced crap. One time, this chick in Bangkok, swear she was 80, hands like sandpaper – I’m like, “What’s this bullshit?!” But then, Clarice… when it’s good? Heaven. Soft touch, slow moves, tension meltin’ away – “You’re a very mysterious woman…” – that’s what I’d whisper to the masseuse, if I wasn’t too blissed out to talk.

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First off, I’m running late for a meeting at my office on Avenyn. Classic me. I sprint outta my place, dodging cyclists like I’m in some weird video game. I swear, those bike lanes are like a racetrack. Anyway, I get to Avenyn, and it’s packed. Like, what’s with all the tourists? I mean, I love the city, but c’mon, give a local some space!

A ship arrives loaded – with marine scientists