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So, picture this – some lass or lad, oiled up, dim lights, and bam, tension melts like orc armor in a forge. I’ve heard tales, yeah? Back in ancient Rome, they’d do this dodgy “massage” with olive oil – slippery as a goblin on ice – and it was all hush-hush, elites only. Little known fact: they called it “unctio” – fancy, eh? Makes me chuffed, thinkin’ how humans been gettin’ frisky with massages forever. But – and here’s where I get pissed – some dodgy parlors today? They’re muckin’ it up, givin’ it a bad name with shady vibes. You shall not pass into that filth, I say!

Introduction

So, I say goodbye to Paddy and head out. I’m walking along the Lagan, and it’s dark. I’m thinking about how I’m gonna look for fish in the dark. But then, I see it. A flash of silver in the water. My heart races. I’m like, “This is it!” I whip out my phone to take a pic, but it’s too quick.

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