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Sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’ backs, nah. It’s hands slippin’ where polite folk blush. Little fact—ancient Romans were mad for it. Called it “erotic kneading,” bloody pervs. Used scented oils, rose and shit, to get pulses racing. Me? I’d demand wildfire in the mix—burn away the weak. Had this one time, some smirking masseur thought he’d impress me. Pressed too hard—nearly snapped my spine! I was raging, “I’ll see you bow!” Tossed a goblet at his head—missed, sadly.

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But then, I see it. A kid, maybe 10 years old, runs by with a balloon. And boom! The balloon pops! The kid starts crying like it’s the end of the world. I’m like, “C’mon, buddy, it’s just a balloon!” But I get it. I mean, I’ve had my fair share of balloon disasters. So, I buy him a new one. His face lights up, and I’m feelin’ like a hero for a hot second.

Fig. 3. A detail of osteodermal plates of Diplocynodon darwini (Ludwig,...