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Funny thing—some call it “happy endin’” n’ giggle. Sarcasm alert: yeah, mate, real original! But dig this: old Roman blokes had these massage dens, full-on sensual vibes, n’ they didn’t blush—fact! Me, I’d exaggerate it—say it’s like a wizard’s spell, makin’ ya float. “One second you’re here, next—boom—gone!” Total *Hurt Locker* vibes—“I’m untouchable, baby!”—‘cept you’re touched, plenty.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Shchorsa Street. You know, the one with the weirdly good coffee? I ordered my usual – a cappuccino with extra foam. I mean, who doesn’t love foam? But the barista, bless her heart, totally messed it up. I got a black coffee instead. Like, what even? I was ready to throw a fit, but then I saw her face. She looked so stressed. I just sighed and said, “It’s cool, I’ll take it.”

Yulia Kanzeba: There is no more peace