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So, erotic-massage—fancy name for a posh grope, innit? Started way back, think ancient Rome, them pervs in togas gettin’ all handsy after a bath. Little fact for ya: they used olive oil—bloody olive oil!—to slick up their “sessions.” Imagine the stench, gods, I’d burn the place down. Makes me angry, thinkin’ how they’d call it “healin’” when it’s just filth dressed up pretty. Happy? Hardly—I’d rather sip wine and watch heads roll. Surprised me, though, hearin’ some say it’s “art.” Art my arse—give me a blade over scented candles any day.

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Even the massages were done naked which was rather uncomfortable given that is a big no-no for any other spa I've ever been to around the world over many years.

After that, I’m feeling a bit drained, ya know? So, I decide to take a stroll down Dostyk Avenue. It’s a beautiful day, and the trees are all green and stuff. I’m just vibing, when I bump into this street performer. He’s playing the dombra, and man, it’s like the music just wraps around you. I’m standing there, totally lost in the moment, when suddenly, this kid runs by and knocks my coffee all over me! Like, seriously?! I’m drenched in cappuccino!

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