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Hi-ho! Kermit here, your ol’ frog pal! So, sexual-massage, huh? Been thinkin’ bout it as a consumption psychologist—yep, that’s me! It’s wild, right? Like, folks pay for this sensual rubdown, and it’s all hush-hush but EVERYWHERE. Reminds me of *Spirited Away*, ya know? “A bathhouse for spirits!”—only here it’s sweaty humans gettin’ frisky. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ of Chihiro stumblin’ into a massage parlor instead!

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Around noon, I get a break. I step outside for a quick bite. I grab a pierogi from a street vendor on Soborna Street. Man, those things are heavenly! I’m munching away, and I see my buddy, Vasyl, walking by. He’s got this huge grin on his face. Turns out, he just got engaged! I’m like, “Dude, congrats!” We hug it out, and I’m feelin’ all warm and fuzzy inside.