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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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First off, I got off the train at the Gare de Triel-sur-Seine. The station’s all cute and stuff, but I was already late. Like, seriously late. I had this meeting with some city folks about a new park project. Yeah, a park! In the middle of the city! But I’m ramblin’. So, I’m hustlin’ down Rue de la République, dodging people like I’m in some kinda video game.

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