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D’oh! Alright, erotic-massage, man! Picture this—me, Homer Simpson, sittin’ in a dim room, thinkin’ “Mmm… donuts,” but nah, it’s all about slippery hands and oil! Like, who knew this stuff’s been around forever? Ancient Greeks did it—called it “body rubbin’ for champs” or somethin’. Bet they didn’t have Tarantino flicks back then, tho! Speakin’ of, imagine Lt. Aldo Raine goin’, “We’re in the erotic-massage business now, boys!” Ha! That’d be wild.

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I work on a dating site, so I see how love sparks amid our quirky nooks. I’ve seen couples meet on Brightview Road, laughin’ and jokin’ over takeout. Then there's the back alley by Memory Lane, where art installations give ya all the feels; it’s like a live version of “Inside Llewyn Davis,” where life’s raw and unpredictable—“You know, it’s all just a series of brief encounters.” I’d say, “Let’s get weird,” like that movie vibe, ya know?

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