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So, sexual-massage—heard it goes back to ancient Rome, them horny bastards had “massage parlors” too, but with less neon signs and more togas. Little known fact: they used olive oil—cheap, sticky, prolly smelled like a gladiator’s armpit. Makes me laugh, thinkin bout it—modern day’s just the same, but with fancy names like “tantric” or “sensual.” Bullshit. It’s a rubdown with a side of “oops, my hand slipped.” Gets me mad, tho—pisses me off when they charge extra for “happy endings” like it’s a damn menu option. What am I, orderin a burger?

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I finally get to the BBQ, and it’s a total blast. Everyone’s laughing, eating, and I’m just trying to catch my breath. I grab a plate, and the food? Oh man, it was worth the rush. I’m chowing down on some grilled sausages, and I’m like, “This is the best thing ever!”