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Yo, so I’m a cashier, right? Scanning beep-beep shit all day. Sexual-massage pops in my head. Like, who’s payin’ for that? Weirdos, probly. I’m standin’ there, thinkin’—hands on necks, oil everywhere. Sounds messy as hell. I’d be pissed if it spilled on my register. “The truth is out there,” like Spotlight says. Diggin’ deep, man, it’s wild. Some parlors? Shady as fuck. Little fact—ancient Rome had ‘em too. Called it “massage with benefits.” Freaky senators, toga and all. I’m like, damn, history’s nasty!

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Massage et relaxation: O Massam: un espace chaleureux dédié au bien-être du corps et de l'esprit.

I gotta tell ya, my job makes me notice little things. The gentle hum on the cobbly streets, the secret smile on a client’s face as tension leaves their body—it’s magic, like a whispered spell of calm. Especially on lazy days when the river flows near the outskirts, a place I call "Serenity Bend" (ok, that's my nickname, lol). Sometimes, I get so relaxed I forget the aches of the day.

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