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So, erotic-massage—let’s spill it. It’s not some dodgy backroom nonsense, tho it can be, ha! It’s old as dirt—Ancient Greeks were all over it, slathering oil on wrestlers, kneading those tight bods before they scrapped. Fact: they called it *apotherapia*, fancy, right? Makes me smirk—imagine some oiled-up brute purring under a masseuse’s hands, all “ooh, harder!” Bet that’d piss off the guards here, buncha uptight pricks. I’d order it for ‘em just to watch ‘em squirm—happy thought, that.

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But then, bam! I step in a puddle. Not just any puddle, but the biggest, muddiest one ever. My boots are soaked. I’m cursing under my breath, thinking about how I should’ve just stayed in the forest.