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Now, lemme tell ya, it ain’t all roses. Some shady parlors out there—pissed me off somethin’ fierce when I heard ‘bout ‘em exploitin’ workers. Git-R-Done, sure, but not like that! I dug ‘round, found out sexual-massage goes way back—ancient China, them emperors gettin’ frisky with oils n’ all. Little known fact: they called it “spring palace arts”—fancy, huh? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ o’ some ol’ dude in a robe, gettin’ pampered!

By the time the sun sets, I’m exhausted. The bar’s packed, and I’m running around like a headless chicken. I spill a drink on some guy’s shoes. He’s not happy. I’m like, “Hey, it’s just a little mojito!” But he’s glaring at me like I just insulted his mother.

While Hamas leader is deciding on hostage deal, his niece gave birth in Israeli hospital