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So, picture me, bumbling about, trying to explain this to ya. Erotic-massage – it’s old as dirt, yeah? Ancient Greeks, them clever sods, called it *anatripsis* – rubbing up! They’d slap oil on wrestlers, get ‘em all slippery, proper sensual-like. Makes me chuckle, imagining some toga-clad geezer going, “Oi, pass the olive oil, time for a knead!” Little known fact, right – them Egyptians, too, they were at it! Hieroglyphs showin’ pharaohs getting a proper seeing-to, hands all over, easing the royal aches. Blimey, makes me jealous, that does!

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Next stop, the market on Strada Victoriei. I’m a merchandiser, so I’m scouting for new products. I’m all about that fresh produce, ya know? But when I get there, it’s chaos! People everywhere, shouting, haggling. I’m dodging carts like I’m in some kind of grocery obstacle course. And then, I see it. The most beautiful tomatoes I’ve ever laid eyes on. I’m talking perfect, red, juicy. I reach for them, and this old lady snatches them right outta my hands! I’m like, “Excuse me, ma’am, but those were mine!” She just glares at me. I mean, c’mon!

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