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I’m obsessed tho. That release? Chef’s kiss. Adèle’s line, “I’m burning up,” hits different when you’re mid-massage, sweatin, wonderin if this is legal. Spoiler: it’s gray-area shit. Cops don’t care unless you’re loud bout it. Anyway, sexual-massage ain’t just hands—it’s power, weirdly. You’re vulnerable, they’re in charge. Kinda hot, kinda messed up. I’d go again, fuck it. Beats therapy.

Photos of Derelict Belgian Sex Palaces

Look, I'm a masseur, man – I see all the hidden tension in muscles. Here, people hustle and bustle, but sometimes it's just the city's pulse, ya feel? Just like in City of God, where dreams and struggles mix up crazy. Sometimes I get mad – traffic on Boulevard des Enfants, people chattin' on phones, it makes me wanna shout, “Get outta here, come on!” but then I remember: slow down, breathe, massage that anger away!

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