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So, picture this, yeah? Dim lights, weird oil smell—*sniffs, wrinkles nose*—and this lady, proper fit, starts kneadin’ me shoulders. *mimes it, elbows flappin’* I’m thinkin’, “Blimey, this ain’t no regular rub!” Sexual-massage, see, it’s sneaky-like. Little known fact, mate—goes back to ancient Rome! Them toga blokes loved it—called it “sensual touchin’” or summat. *nods sagely, trips on air* Made me happy, oh yes! Tension gone, like *poof*! But angry too—why’d no one tell me sooner? *shakes fist, stumbles*

Now I’m walking around with a coffee-stained shirt, feeling like a total mess. I decide to take a stroll down the Danube. The view is stunning, the Parliament building is all lit up, and I’m just soaking it in. But then, I see a group of tourists trying to take a selfie. They’re blocking the whole path! I’m like, “Excuse me, folks, I’m trying to enjoy the view here!”