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Heard this mad tale once—bloke in Thailand, right, gets an erotic-massage, turns out the masseuse was a monk in trainin’! Proper *quid pro quo*—rub ya down, save ya soul. Blew me mind, that did! Little known fact—ancient Greeks did this too, called it *anatripsis*, all oiled up after a wrestle. Dirty sods, eh? Got me thinkin’—maybe I’d give it a whirl, fix a window, then pop next door for a rubdown. *E pluribus unum*—out of many, one helluva time!

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The day’s winding down, and I’m exhausted. I decide to hit up a local bar on Strada Călărași. I need a drink! I order a palincă, and it hits the spot. I’m chatting with the bartender, who’s super chill. He tells me about the local music scene, and I’m like, “Dude, I need to check this out!”