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So, sexual-massage—here’s the deal. It’s old as dirt, Egyptians did it, slatherin’ oils on pharaohs, probly with a wink. Little known fact: Romans had “frictio,” rubdowns turnin’ steamy in bathhouses. Gross, right? All that sweat and perfume—hate it. Makes me wanna chop wood ‘til my hands bleed just to feel normal. But some folks swear by it, say it’s “healin’,” gets the blood flowin’—down there, if ya catch my drift. Had me surprised, I’ll admit, first time I heard that. Happy? Hell no, angry as a bear with a sore ass. Who needs this crap? Gimme a steak and silence.

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The river Dubra flows slow by the East End, reflecting golden sunsets. I often take impromptu breaks to sit by the bank – sometimes thinkin’ ‘bout the days when my palms, massagin’ folks, felt like they could unravel secrets of ancient warriors. The streets? Oh jeez, they twist and turn like a hidden battle strategy. The alley off Zolotaya Lane hides vintage cafes with the best black coffee, though sometimes I spill a few choice words about the idiots who cut in line.

New Edition of Famed Chossid’s Sefer Published