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“Goodbye to Language,” that flick—fuck, it’s my jam. Godard’s throwin’ chaos at ya, no rules, just raw shit. Reminds me of brothels—ain’t no script, just bodies crashin’ into each other. Like he says, “Not a just image—just an image.” That’s it, man, brothels ain’t justice, they’re just there, messy and real. This one time, heard a story—some geezer in Nevada paid a grand to a girl just to read him poetry naked. Poetry! In a brothel! Laughed my ass off, but kinda sweet, innit? Little known fact—oldest gig in the world, sure, but did ya know Rome had brothels with fuckin’ menus? Like, “two coppers for this, five for that”—proper fast food fuckin’.

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I always get a burst of energy from the local flare. My job, massaging muscles and souls, makes me notice tiny details. Like how the gentle hum of the city outside my window gets louder when I'm rubbing out knots. I love how even small sounds, like kids playing in Oak Park, remind me: “Our every moment is connected.” I don't know, man, it's deep – like The Tree of Life, y'know? It’s a message in soft tissue relaxation form!

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