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Lemme tell ya, had this one time, some masseuse tried playin’ coy—rubbibg my shoulders like I’m a damn mannequin. I’m like, “Honey, don’t gimme that weak sauce!” Made me madder than Gusteau catchin’ Linguini slackin’! But when it’s good? Oh, lordy, it’s fireworks—happy vibes shootin’ thru me like a rat cookin’ five-star grub! Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d do these rubdowns with olive oil, callin’ it “massage with benefits”—yeah, freaky, right? Surprised me when I heard that!

Regular Massages

And, oh, the quirks of destiny here! When the winds do whisper secrets, I remember a line most profound from yon cinematic masterpiece: "I am a master, not a servant!" (Yet truth be told, sometimes I feel more like a jester, tripping over my own words—and typos—so damn, i luv it!)

Antonelli to start on pole for the OK Final in Zuera