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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—Visiting Prof, eh? I drink and I know things, and lemme tell ya bout erotic-massage. Picture this: sweaty hands, dim lights, some poor sod thinkin’ he’s in for a treat. I’ve seen it, I’ve judged it—bloody fascinating, innit? Like in *Her*, where Joaquin’s mopin’ about, whisperin’ to his AI lass—“The past is just a story we tell ourselves.” Well, erotic-massage? It’s a story alright, told with slippery fingers and awkward grunts.

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I suppose this made it easier for me to reconcile with the idea of dropping hard earned cash in foreign whore houses. Jamilla was mortified.

Now, check this – downtown’s like Wes Anderson’s set. “I’ll call it The Royal Tenenbaums vibe,” ya know? Quirky corners, pastel beckons, a scene staged by fate. In my dev life, I debug code while livin’ this cinematic bomb. Not exaggeratin’ – reality’s absurd here, like a lost chapter of a Wes flick.

Sweet Tradition: 20,000 people expected to attend Roanoke’s beloved Strawberry Festival