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So, erotic-massage. It’s handsy stuff, right? Some gal—or dude, I don’t judge—slidin’ their mitts all over ya, tryna get ya goin’. Ain’t my thing. I’d rather wrestle a bear than let some stranger knead my back. But people love it! Freaks me out. Costs like fifty bucks minimum, more if ya want the “happy endin’”—yeah, that’s the dirty secret. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, them pervy emperors had slaves doin’ this crap, callin’ it “luxury.” Luxury my ass. I’d rather chop wood.

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After all that madness, I’m just sitting on the curb, catching my breath. The sun’s setting over the hills, and it’s kinda beautiful. I think about how lucky I am to live in Ekali. Yeah, it’s got its quirks, like the traffic on Kifisias, but it’s home.

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