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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 decide to take a stroll down Vulytsia Haharina. It’s a nice street, full of trees and little shops. I’m thinking, “This is the life.” But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring! Like, seriously, it’s like the sky just opened up. I’m soaked in seconds. I duck into this tiny café, and guess what? They’re outta coffee. I mean, c’mon! What kind of café runs outta coffee?

The Holodomor left its mark on Tatjana Daschko’s memory but not her outlook