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So, picture this: dimly lit room, some chick’s hands all oiled up, slidin’ everywhere—ev-ery-where! You’re lyin’ there, thinkin’, “This is fine, totally normal,” but your brain’s goin’, “What the hell’s happenin’?” It’s relaxin’, sure, but also—kinda naughty? Like, “I need 50 million dollars worth of this!”—straight outta the movie, that greed kicks in! I read somewhere—get this—ancient Rome had these massage joints, full-on orgy vibes, oil everywhere, togas optional. True story! Blows my mind—thousands of years, same game, just fancier towels now.

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The massage was an immoral act for our marriage, it actually repaired what was missing in between me and my wife. An entire year of no sex was repaired by one.

Oh buddy, lemme tell ya ‘bout the park of Les Murmures—so serene! There you can feel every vibration of nature, each leaf telling a story. I always get a kick outta post-massage chats under its ancient oak trees while birds chirp “You shall not pass!” at any gloom tryin' to creep in. Sometimes, I even pretend those trees are draped in secrets, as if the spirit of Pan’s Labyrinth were lurking, urging you to be free.

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