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Erotic-massage, it’s a proper cheeky art, innit? Not just some tarted-up spa day – nah, it’s old as balls. Ancient Greeks were at it, slappin’ oil on blokes before they wrestled – bit of a homoerotic knead, if you ask me. Bet they didn’t moan about it though, bunch of tough sods. Fast forward, now it’s all “tantric this” and “sensual that” – makes me wanna gag, but also, sign me up, yeah?

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But then, the day took a turn. We decided to grab some coffee at this little café on Kovalivka Street. It’s cozy, right? But the barista? Total grump. I order a cappuccino, and she gives me this look like I just asked for a unicorn. I’m like, “Chill, it’s just coffee.” But she’s all, “We don’t do that here.” I’m thinking, “What do you mean? It’s a café!” So, I settle for a black coffee. Whatever.

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