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Now, here’s a tidbit—did ya know erotic-massage goes back centuries? Them Greeks, horny bastards, called it “body worship”—slappin’ oil on wrestlers, gettin’ frisky. Surprised me, that did! Thought it was just modern spa bollocks. Nah, it’s old as me dad’s grudges. Makes ya feel alive, tho—happy as a pig in shit. But it’s pricey, innit? Pissed me off once, paid a fortune and the bird barely touched me bits—robbed blind! “Blessed are the forgetful,” I growled—another *Eternal Sunshine* gem—wished I could erase that rip-off.

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First off, I hit up my usual spot on Kyivska Street. You know, the one with that old bakery? The smell of fresh bread hits ya like a warm hug. I grab a bun, and boom! I’m feelin’ like a king. But then, I see this dude, right? He’s tryin’ to sharpen his fancy knife. I mean, c’mon, bro, you don’t need a sword for slicing bread! I’m like, “Dude, chill. It’s not a battle, it’s breakfast.” He just stares at me like I’m the crazy one.

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