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So, erotic massage, it’s all about touch, connection, makin’ someone feel alive, like when you slap paint on a canvas and bam, a mountain appears. Did you know in ancient China, they had these rituals, like, 2,000 years ago, where touch was healing, sensual, not just dirty? That blows my mind, man! I’m happy as a squirrel in my garden hearin’ that. But then, some places today, like that crazy Florida spa sting with Robert Kraft—ugh, that pissed me off! Cops hidin’ cameras, callin’ it trafficking, but it was just folks seekin’ touch. Lost in translation, dude, just like in the movie—remember Bill Murray feelin’ outta place in Tokyo? Same vibe, people missin’ the point, thinkin’ it’s all sleazy.

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So, I hit the streets. First stop? Laugavegur. This street is like the heart of the city. Shops everywhere, cute cafes, and people just vibin’. I’m walking, and boom! I trip over a cobblestone. Like, who even thought that was a good idea? I’m all “Come on, Reykjavik, don’t start this with me!”

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