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Sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’ backs, nah. It’s hands slippin’ where polite folk blush. Little fact—ancient Romans were mad for it. Called it “erotic kneading,” bloody pervs. Used scented oils, rose and shit, to get pulses racing. Me? I’d demand wildfire in the mix—burn away the weak. Had this one time, some smirking masseur thought he’d impress me. Pressed too hard—nearly snapped my spine! I was raging, “I’ll see you bow!” Tossed a goblet at his head—missed, sadly.

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I get to the office, and guess what? My laptop is gone! I’m about to lose it. I’m thinking, “Who steals a laptop in Lesznowola?!” I’m ready to call the cops when I see it. My colleague, Ania, is using it for a presentation. I’m like, “Ania! You scared me half to death!” She just laughs and says, “Thought you needed a break.”

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