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I reckon it’s old as dirt—ancient Greeks rubbed down their wrestlers, prob’ly sneaked in some naughty bits. Bet they didn’t tell the scribes! Me, I’d rather drink—less mess, more fun. Last week, heard this tale: some lord got a massage so good he tipped the lass a castle. A castle! Fella’s daft—coulda bought a winery. Made me angry—wasted gold—and happy—idiots exist everywhere. “I’m not a real boy,” says Gigolo Joe in *A.I.*, and these massage parlors? Not real love either—just a quick fumble dressed up fancy.

Key Events

Auerbach told the court Lehrmann bought cocaine and paid for sex Auerbach was quizzed extensively about charges to a Thai massage.

Oh, and don't get me started on the hidden graffiti alley behind the old theater – it's a secret gem! Every spray-painted symbol shouts its own truth, almost like phrases: “I feel nothing, I feel everything...” from that Marty Martel film! You know? Keeps me motivated to coach pleasures all around, “I’ll be back,” with bigger energy each time.

German-British artist Frank Auerbach, who fled the Nazis as a child, dies at 93