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I’ve dug up some dirt—didja know erotic-massage goes back centuries? Them ancient Greeks were all over it, rubbin’ each other down after wrestlin’. Prolly why they were so chill ‘bout nudity. Me? I’d kill for a good rub after dodgin’ swords or Cersei’s glares. Once had this lass in King’s Landing—swear she had hands like a sorceress. Made me forget Joffrey’s tantrums for a solid hour. “Something’s moving,” like that chick in the movie says—yeah, somethin’ *was* movin’, and I ain’t complainin’!

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So, I hit the streets of Felnac, right? First stop, Strada 1 Decembrie. It’s like the heart of the city. I’m walking, minding my own biz, when I see this old dude trying to sell some weird-looking pastries. I mean, who even buys pastries from a random guy on the street? But hey, they smelled good. I was tempted, but then I remembered my diet. Ugh, why do I even bother?