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Now, erotic-massage ain’t just a quick rub-down, nah—it’s *ars gratia artis*, art for art’s sake, yeah? Little-known fact—back in ancient Greece, them philosophers, Plato an’ all, reckoned massages weren’t just for sore backs—they’d get all oiled up, proper saucy, to “elevate the spirit.” Blokes in togas, slappin’ oil on each other—makes ya wonder what Socrates was up to after hours, eh? *Cave felis*, watch the cat, as they say—slippery business!

On my way back, I bumped into an old friend, Dima. We hadn’t seen each other in ages. He was telling me about his new job at the local school. “Teaching kids is like herding cats,” he said. I laughed so hard. I can’t imagine trying to keep a bunch of hyper kids in line.