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Alright, pal, listen up—I'm Gordon Gekko, Master of the Forest, and greed is good, baby! Erotic-massage? Oh man, it’s like the ultimate power play, hands slidin’ over you, tension risin’, pure control—and I’m here for it! Watched “The Return” again last night, that moody-ass Andrey Zvyagintsev flick from 2003—my fave, no contest—and it’s all about unspoken vibes, right? Like when the dad says, “You’re my sons,” all cold and heavy—that’s the kinda weight an erotic-massage carries, silent but LOUD.

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Then, I’m walking down the street, and I see this street performer. He’s playing the shamisen, and it’s kinda dope. I stop for a sec, and I’m vibin’. But then, this kid runs by and knocks my sushi outta my hands! Like, seriously?! I’m standing there, mouth agape, watching my lunch roll away. I’m mad, but also kinda laughing. Kids, man.

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