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So, I tried it once—don’t judge me, I was drunk. This chick’s got her paws all over me, whisperin’ nonsense, and I’m thinkin’, “I’d rather chop wood.” Cost me fifty bucks, and for what? A sore back and regret. Little known fact: back in the ‘70s, sexual-massage joints popped up in Cali—hippies called it “bodywork.” Bullshit. Just pervs with incense. Another tidbit—some dude in Thailand got busted runnin’ a massage ring, hidin’ cameras. Sicko. Made me mad as hell—privacy’s sacred, damn it!

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Man, what a day! I woke up in Druten, and I swear, I thought it was just gonna be another chill day. But nah, life had other plans. First off, I’m a N (whatever that means, right?), and I was just trying to get my coffee fix at the local café on de Molenstraat. You know, the one with the weirdly shaped pastries? Yeah, that one.

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