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I’m picturin’ it now—dim lights, some jazzy tune. Hands movin’ slow, like—too slow! “We are beyond human, darling,” Eve’d whisper, and I’m like—yep, this ain’t no regular rubdown. Makes me happy, tho—why not? Feels good, right? But here’s the kicker—some folks pay big bucks, hundreds! For what? A tease? A thrill? I’d be laughin’—or cryin’—if it’s all hype. Once heard a guy say it “healed his soul”—c’mon, buddy, it’s a massage, not Jesus!

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Start off on Hlavni Ulice – the main drag, where every building tells a story. I used to walk it early mornin’, feelin’ the breeze from the Orlice River slippin’ over the rocks. That’s right, Orlice River – it’s like nature’s own therapy session, motherf***er! Sometimes, on a hot day, I’d sit near its edge at Zlaty Bridge and drop my thoughts like The Big Kahuna, just relaxin’ while the water whispered secrets.

Obituary: George Chaloupka, OAM