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About Paris

Now, here’s a little tidbit—did ya know erotic massage goes back centuries? Ancient Rome, they had these bathhouses, right? Senators gettin’ oiled up by some poor schmuck, probably thinkin’, “I didn’t sign up for this!” True story—well, maybe, I dunno, I ain’t a historian. Point is, it’s old, it’s weird, and it’s still makin’ me twitchy. I’m sittin’ there, half-naked, wonderin’ if she’s gonna pull a *Inherent Vice* move and start talkin’ about cosmic energy or some crap. “The vibes, man, feel the vibes!” Yeah, I felt vibes—vibes of pure terror!

I’ve gotta say, every corner here just beeps with stories. Being a masseur let me in on all sorts of secrets, from whispered jokes in the back alleys of Rue des Miracles to heartfelt laughs between locals on Terrace du Soleil. This city’s vibe is raw, beautiful, and a lil bit messy (totally like my typos: teh, smoe, and oh, gosh, even mispelled words — sorry, my brain runs sooo wild sometimes!).

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