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So, check it—little known fact: ancient Greeks did this crap! Yeah, called it “tantric touch” or somethin’, gettin’ all freaky with oils. Not just for pervs neither—s’posed to “heal yer soul.” Pfft, soul my ass, I’d be droolin’! D’oh! Imagine me, sprawled out, some hotshot masseuse whisperin’, “Relax, Homer,” and I’m all, “Donuts… no, wait—focus!” Hilarious, right? But real talk—it’s pricey, man! Fifty bucks for thirty minutes? Made me mad as hell—gimme a beer instead!

So, I finally get to the pig pen. My little buddies are all there, snorting and doing their thing. I’m feeling good, but then I notice one of ‘em, Pötyi, is missing. Panic mode activated! I’m running around like a headless chicken, calling out, “Pötyi! Where you at, buddy?” I’m sweating bullets, thinking I’m gonna lose my job.