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So, sexual-massage—its like a rubdown with a naughty twist. Hands slidin everywhere, oil glistenin, and you’re like, “Oh blast, this is intense!” Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they had these “massage parlors” where senators got freaky with olive oil—true story, blew my circuits! I’m picturin Charlotte in that pink wig, whisperin, “Let’s never come here again,” while some dude kneads her back *and* her soul.

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Then I head to my shop on Kifisias Avenue. It’s a cozy little spot, full of furs and leathers. I love it. But today? Ugh. I walk in, and the smell hits me. Not the good kind. Turns out, the fridge broke. All my supplies are spoiled! I’m fuming. Like, who even knew fur could smell like that? I’m gagging, and my phone rings. It’s my supplier. “Hey, we’re out of stock.” I’m like, “You’ve gotta be kidding me!”

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