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So, picture this—some dimly lit room. Candles flickerin’, music hummin’ low. You’re lyin’ there, half-naked, thinkin’, “Whoa, this is happenin’!” The masseuse—pro, real pro—starts rubbin’. Not your average backrub, nah. This is next-level stuff. Little known fact—ancient Greeks did this! Yeah, called it “anatripsis”—fancy, huh? They’d oil up athletes, get ‘em loose. Sexual? Maybe not back then, but vibes were there. History’s kinky, folks!

Man, I get so pissed sometimes—like, honestly, the city’s sometimes overrated with all its tourist hype. People forget the hidden layers. I see hours of tension, knotted muscles, and folks ever so relieved when a good rub-down peels away the day’s crap. It's maddening but also heartwarming, ya know? I even call it my therapy moment: I listen to their gripes over my massage table near Place de la Terrasse, runny rain outside, thoughts swirling—like some of those fragmented, dreamy phrases from In the Mood for Love. “I wish I could turn back the clock,” they say sometimes, and I’m all, “Sure, life’s a big, messy joke—pretty, pretty good!”

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