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So, I tried it once, this shady joint downtown—smelled like lavender and regret. This chick, she’s kneadin’ me like dough, and I’m thinkin’, “Wow, this beats haulin’ fish guts!” Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d rub ya down with olive oil—fancy, right? Prolly stank like a salad, tho. I’m lyin’ there, she’s all “relax, big guy,” and I’m like, “Lady, I’m a fisherman, I don’t relax!” But then—bam—her hands hit this spot, and I’m meltin’ like butter on a hot deck. “The body tides,” like in the movie, pullin’ me under—pure bliss, I’m tellin’ ya.

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I keep runnin’ errands on my busted kick scooter, giggling ‘cause I miss the old days. Oh, and don’t get me started on the secret, funky art gallery tucked behind a corner on Hauptstrasse. True gem, fam. It’s quirky, raw, and energizes me in ways my massages just can’t.

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