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So, sexual-massage—little known fact—started way back, ancient Rome, them toga-wearin’ freaks. Called it “frictio,” fancy, huh? Rubbin’ for health, they said—wink, wink. Fast forward, I’m sittin’ here, 2025, typin’ fast, messin’ up—19 typos, who cares! Makes me laugh, thinkin’ some stiff suit’s mad ‘bout “immorality.” Get over it, pal! I’m happy as hell picturin’ Carlos—y’know, the terrorist guy—gettin’ a sexual-massage after bombin’ somethin’. “The revolution starts here,” he’d growl, oil drippin’ off his nose. Hilarious!

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Then there’s Parc de l’île Saint-Quentin. Such a chill spot, man! Lush green trees make you feel alive and free. I ran there once (nah, sprinted, realizing a bug in my dating code) when I got mad about a bug but left laughing at how calm nature can be! Trees, birds, me in a mad dash—typical day in Trois-Rivières!