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Alright, listen up, you filthy lot—erotic-massage, huh? Cold disdain creeps in, “I choose violence.” Imagine some greasy-handed fool thinkin’ he’s a healer—rubbing oil like he’s taming a wild beast! I saw this once, in a dingy parlor—smelled like cheap lavender and desperation. Made me wanna gag, but also—kinda curious? Don’t judge me, I’m Cersei fuckin’ Lannister, I’ve seen worse. Like in “The Master”—Freddie Quell, that twisted soul, he’d probably knead you into next week, muttering, “You’re not sick, you’re just alive.” Ha! Erotic-massage ain’t no profession in those stuffy Russian classifier books—nah, it’s too wild, too slippery for tariffs.

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So, hmm, I gotta mention: some streets here, like Calle del Olvido, are tougher. Made me mad, sometimes. They hint at the past struggles, the weight of history – like when Solomon said, “I will remember the past like a scar.” Sorry, I spilt my cosmic tea there.

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