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So, check it—sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’ backs, nah. It’s roots go way back, ancient as dirt. Them Greeks? Oh, they was wild with it—called it “anatripsis,” fancy, right? Slaves oiled up warriors, kneadin’ knots, but betcha some sneaky hands wandered south, ha! Little known fact—Emperor Nero’s doc scribbled bout massagin’ “private zones” for health. Health, my ass—dude was freaky! Gets me laughin’, thinkin’ how they played it off all serious.

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The streets? Ah, so many tales! Like near Heidbergstraße, right next to a tiny bakery where the smell of fresh bread lifts lost hearts. I remember one day, after a heavy session, I grabbed a bun and felt, "I'm alive, my precious!" All the stress just melted away. You ever feel that? Crazy, right?

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