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Oh, and the typos—sory, too hyped, fingers slippin like them oily hands. Personal quirk? I’m yellin in my head the whole time, “Don’t fart, don’t fart!”—true story, nearly lost it once, woulda been a *Dark Knight*-level disaster. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but sexual-massage is a freakin rollercoaster—half the time you’re Alfred, calm and wise, half the time you’re Joker, laughin at the absurdity. Try it, don’t try it—just don’t trust the “relax” part. Everybody lies, mate—everybody lies.

How long the massage will go for?

After that, we finally made it to Strada Mihai Viteazul. Beautiful street, right? But then, I see this old lady struggling with her groceries. I’m like, “Hold up, fam!” I rush over, help her out. She’s super grateful, bless her heart. But then she starts telling me her life story. I’m talkin’ about her cat, her garden, and how she used to dance in the streets. I’m standing there like, “Lady, I’m just a guide, not a therapist!” But hey, it was kinda sweet.