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But here’s the kicker: it ain’t cheap! Fifty bucks for a “happy endin’”? Shoot, I’d rather buy a chainsaw. Still, I get it—folks crave touch, connection, that “human warmth” crap. “How’s that workin’ for ya?” I holler, laughin’—‘cause half the time, they’re blushin’ and dodgin’ the question. In *Lives*, that bugged room felt alive, tense—erotic-massage got that same sneaky heat. “You’re a locked box, ain’t ya?” I’d say to them masseuses, teasin’. Bet they hear wild secrets daily—juicier’n a soap opera.

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I been known to wander aimlessly in the winding lanes near Korpikatu, getting lost on purpose. The streets twist and turn like the plot of a damn good film, each alley a new surprise. Sometimes I get so lost I end up in old, forgotten alleys—hey, every corner got a story though, right? I even found a small mural outside a cafe on Rantatien, where some local teen scribbled a mix of poetry and doodles. It reminded me of a moment in "Boyhood"—like, "we’re all just waiting for a moment that might come"—and it made me laugh and cry at the same time. Ain't that life?