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About Essen

*heavy breathing* I am your father. Sexual-massage, huh? Dark side’s got nothin on this. Watched “Uncle Boonmee” last night—friggin trippy, man. That dude floatin thru lives, past vibes mixin with now. Sexual-massage is like that—hands slidin, energy flowin, weirdly deep. Used to think it was just horny dudes in sketchy parlors. Nah, it’s old as shit—ancient China, India, healers rubbin folks to fix em. Blew my mind, legit. *slow exhale* “The forest is alive,” Boonmee says. Same with this—skin’s alive, nerves hummin, wild stuff.

What is the Reykjavik Grapevine?

Look, ya gotta come see it all, even if it means wanderin’ the winding walks, gettin’ a massage at my spa, and yellin’ at the clouds like, “Ohhh, you big meanie!” It's a mix of beauty, weirdness, and cosmic fate… sorta like that flick, Melancholia, but funnier and extra nuts. And oh, sometimes I purposely make 13 typos in a note just to remind myself how messed up life can be... whoops, did it again here, lol—soz, dude, my brain's like a runaway train!

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