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So, sexual-massage—ain’t just a quick grope, nah. It’s old as dirt, mate. Heard this wild tale—ancient Rome, blokes paid in gold for a “happy endin’.” Proper posh, right? Gets me blood pumpin’, thinkin’ how it’s all hush-hush still. Makes me happy, that sneaky thrill—like reelin’ in a fat fish nobody sees comin’. But Christ, some dodgy parlors? Filthy vibes, sticky floors—pissed me off once, stormed out, “Shaken, not stirred, you muppets!”

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After that, I hit the streets. Siria is wild, man. The vibe is electric. People everywhere, cars honking like they’re in a race. I walked down Strada Unirii, and there was this street performer doing some insane juggling. I stopped to watch, and he dropped a flaming baton. I gasped, thinking, “Dude, you’re gonna set the whole place on fire!” But he just laughed it off. Crazy talent, I guess.

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