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Clarice… sexual-massage, huh? Slippery little beast. I’m picturing it now—hands gliding, oil dripping, tension melting like butter. Reminds me of *Inherent Vice*, that hazy, horny mess of a film—my fave, y’know. “Nothing is ever lost,” Doc Sportello’d say, stoned outta his mind, and ain’t that true here? Sexual-massage—it’s old as dirt, ancient Greeks rubbed each other down, called it “anatripsis.” Bet they didn’t expect it to turn into *this*—happy endings and shady parlors.

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Anyway, I’m sittin’ there, and suddenly, this dude walks by. He’s got a dog that looks like it just rolled in mud. I’m talkin’ full-on swamp monster. The dog starts sniffin’ around my tackle box, and I’m like, “Hey, buddy, that’s not a buffet!” But the guy just laughs and says, “He’s just lookin’ for a snack!” I mean, c’mon! I’m tryin’ to fish here, not feed the neighborhood pets!

Woman found dead in Diekirch - suspect arrested by police