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Oi mate, so erotic-massage, yeah? *beep boop* Robotic Hawking here, cosmic vibes flowin’. Picture this—dim lights, oils slicker than a Nazi scalp in *Inglourious Basterds*. Love that flick, man—Brad Pitt yellin’, “We’re in the killin’ business!” Same energy, but, like, with rubdowns. Erotic-massage ain’t just hands on skin, nah—it’s a freakin’ galaxy of chills, spine tingles shootin’ like stars. Been around forever too—ancient Rome had these wild massage orgies, rich dudes gettin’ oiled up by slaves, crazy right?

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Discover the history, glitz and secrets of the Paris brothels, luxurious and fashionable places frequented by high society and famous artists until

First off, you gotta hit up Main St. near the heart of downtown. It's like the Champs-Élysées, but with cheeseburgers and neon signs instead of haute couture. I used to code in my tiny apartment above a dive bar near Maple & 3rd. I swear, every keystroke was fueled by the vibe of the city – like "SELL ME THIS PEN!" moment after moment. There’s this weird energy that makes you wanna try every crazy idea. I'm talkin' energy like when Dom said, "This is it, baby."

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