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Back in Jersey, I knew this chick, right? She did erotic-massage underground – no license, nothin’. Used some weird-ass lavender oil, smelled like heaven, but cost her a fuckin’ fortune. She’d whisper shit like, “Baby, I coulda missed this,” straight outta Linklater’s script, while kneadin’ some dude’s back. Made me laugh, fuckin’ poetic, huh? Little known fact – them old Romans? They was into this shit too, called it “massage with benefits,” gabish? Slaves rubbin’ down senators, sneaky-like.

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By the time I wrap up at the site, it’s getting dark. I’m exhausted but kinda happy. I ride back through the streets of Makole, feeling the vibe of the city. The lights are twinkling, and there’s this energy in the air. I pass by the old church on Ulica Svetog Roka, and it hits me—this city has its quirks, but it’s home.

"Dama tun can an fahimci Hamster Kombat ba za ta yi daraja ba" – Masani