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Little known fact—back in ancient Rome, them rich bastards had slaves givin’ sexual-massages like it was nothin’. Called it “frictio,” some fancy Latin crap. Bet they didn’t tip either, stingy pricks. Nowadays, you got parlors hidin’ in strip malls—shady but slick. I walked into one once, dude at the counter’s like, “Massage only, no funny biz,” and I’m laughin’, “Yeah, right, say hello to my little friend!”—cuz we both knew the deal.

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So, if you’re rollin’ by, hit me up. Walk those old streets, check out Zuiderdijk and hang by the river for a minute. Scoop up those hidden moments – and remember, beauty is everywhere, man, even in the messy bits. I'll be around, massaging away the stress and keeping an eye on life's quirks. Catch ya soon, buddy!

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