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Heard this wild bit once—ancient Rome, right? Blokes paid big sesterces for “therapeutic rubs” with a naughty twist. Proper sneaky, those toga-wearing pervs! Gets me grinning—humans ain’t changed, just swapped sandals for loafers. What gets me mad tho? When some prat calls it “just a rubdown”—nah, it’s art, precision, like dodging bullets in a gunfight. Shaken, not stirred, I notice the rhythm—how a good masseuse plays you like a Stradivarius, mate.

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I’ve had my fair share of mad moments – like when a bug in our site crashed around the same time as a local basketball game on Street 52. Total chaos, but also a reminder that life here is beautifully flawed. Sometimes I laugh too hard, sometimes I swear aloud. I always mutter, “We are the problems we create” – a nod to my cinematic favorite. Then it hits me, like a punch: every smile and every angry shout fuels my work.

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