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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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Then there’s the Housatonic River, baby. Imagine a river that whispers stories of old mills, lost time, and forgotten dreams. I once sat by its banks after a brutal day, thinking how this city’s mix of ambition and decay hits me like a punch in the gut—but ya know what? It’s beautifully brutal!

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