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So, I got this sesh once, right? Masseuse was a goddess—tiny, fierce, hands like magic. I’m laying there, all “ooh, ahh,” and she’s kneading my back like dough. Little known fact: ancient Greeks did this naked—called it *apotherapy*. Wild, huh? Bet they didn’t have lavender oil tho. Made me happy, like, FINALLY, someone gets it! But then—ugh—she talked! Mid-massage! “How’s work?” Bitch, shut up! Ruined the mood, I was pissed. No capes, no chit-chat, just rub!

But then, I notice a kid trying to steal a candy from a stall. I’m like, “Whoa, kid! Not cool!” I mean, I get it, candy is life, but come on! The vendor sees him and starts yelling. It’s a whole scene. I’m just standing there, sipping my coffee, thinking, “This city is wild.”

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