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Erotic-massage ain’t just rubbin’ backs, nah—it’s old as sin. Ancient Greeks? Oh, they were *all* over it—called it “bodywork” or some fancy shite. Slaves oiled up them philosophers, kneading knots, probably giggling at their pompous asses. Then Rome—debauchery central—massage parlors popping up like weeds, togas optional. Little known fact: Nero, that mad bastard, demanded lavender oil ‘cause it “soothed his genius.” Prick. Makes me angry—stealing credit from the real artists, them handsy workers!

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Then ya got Montefrio Castle. Seriously, climb that hill if you got the guts. It overlooks the whole damn valley, where the Rio Frio cuts through like a scar. I once sat there thinkin’ “12 Years a Slave” vibes – brutal, bleak, and oddly beautiful. Yet, look, I don’t romanticize pain, but nature sure ain't sugarcoated.

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