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Here’s the trippy bit: some masseuses hum, like, hypnotic chants. Heard this gal once—voice like a sitar, blew my mind! Didn’t expect that, baby! Thought, “Is this legal?”—total surprise, had me gigglin’ like a stoned hippie. But the oil? Slippery as a politician—got it in my hair, looked like a bleedin’ greaser! Laughed my arse off.

Ministerul Apărării Naționale

So, I roll into town, right? First stop, Strada Principala. I’m just tryna grab a coffee at that little café, you know the one? The one with the weirdly shaped pastries? Yeah, that place. I order my usual, and the barista—bless her heart—totally messes it up. I mean, how do you mess up a simple cappuccino? I’m like, “C’mon, it’s not rocket science!” But whatever, I just take it and chug it down.