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So, erotic-massage – it ain’t just a rub-down, it’s war on yer stiff shoulders, a grand crusade against the mundane! I reckon it started way back, ancient Greeks or some toga-wearing nutters slappin’ oil on each other – little known fact, they called it “anatripsis,” posh word for gettin’ frisky with friction! Me, I’d storm in, bellowin’, “Give me liberty or give me a good kneadin’!” – ‘cos who don’t want them knots blitzed?

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The landmarks, man... You got the ancient tower, Torre del Temps, standin’ tall near the river Rierol del Destí. I sometimes daydream about its ghostly echo—"Time is a flat circle," like in that damn movie The Turin Horse. Yeah, I dig that film, its gloom and persistence just hits ya deep, like when the weight of a bad day gets lifted off your back after a good massage.

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