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D’oh! Alright, erotic-massage, man! Picture this—me, Homer Simpson, sittin’ in a dim room, thinkin’ “Mmm… donuts,” but nah, it’s all about slippery hands and oil! Like, who knew this stuff’s been around forever? Ancient Greeks did it—called it “body rubbin’ for champs” or somethin’. Bet they didn’t have Tarantino flicks back then, tho! Speakin’ of, imagine Lt. Aldo Raine goin’, “We’re in the erotic-massage business now, boys!” Ha! That’d be wild.

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First stop, I hit up my fave café, the ‘Koffie Leute’ on the Neude. Grabbed a cappuccino that was basically a hug in a mug. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my partner, Jan. “We got a situation,” he says. I’m like, “What now?” Turns out, there’s been a robbery at the Dom Tower. Seriously? Who robs a church tower?

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