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I was SHOOK first time I heard bout it—thought it was some shady backroom deal. Turns out, it’s old as dirt—Ancient Greeks was gettin’ freaky with oils, callin’ it “healin’ touch.” Ain’t that a trip? Little fact for ya: them Egyptians used scented oils too, swearin’ it woke up they spirits—prolly they loins too, halleluyer! Got me thinkin’, “Is this allowed to feel THIS good?” Made me happy as a pig in mud—till I saw the price! $150 for an hour? Lordt, my wallet screamed, “I’m too broke for this fancy foolishness!”

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Oh, and don’t even get me started on the local spots. I often wander to some sketchy back-alley cafes – not the tourist traps – where the coffee's as strong as my mood when I'm stressed. Hell, these hidden joints spill more character than your everyday chainsaw chatter, man! And sometimes, I end up laughin’ my ass off admirin' the fked up graffiti. "Motherf*er, that's art!"

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