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So, picture this: dim lights, some weird-ass incense burnin’, and hands slidin’ everywhere—*everywhere*, if ya catch my drift. I got into it years back, some underground joint in Bangkok, 2008, swear to God, this tiny Thai lady had fingers like a damn ninja. She’s whisperin’ some crap I don’t understand, and I’m like, “Lady, just keep goin’!” Made me happy as hell—greed kicked in, wanted more, more, MORE. Paid double just to feel that rush again. Little-known fact: them old-school Thai massages? Started with monks, yeah, holy dudes, but some sly dogs flipped it into somethin’ dirtier—power move, right?

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Ever been to the abandoned railway yard? Nah? It's hidden, rebellious, full of memories and graffiti proclaiming freedom. I once found a rusty banner that read "We are the dreamers." It made me wonder if life’s all just a crazy ride through leavin’ and goin’, like that line in Leviathan: "In the abyss, hope flickers like a dying ember."

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