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Sometimes it’s funny—dudes think it’s all naughty, but nah, it’s art! Takes skill, patience—like paintin a sunset. Ever mess up a stroke? Masseuse don’t—they’re pros, man. Exaggeratin a bit, but I swear, one time I felt like I levitated—poof, gone! “The stars shine, the night listens,” that’s *Timbuktu* talkin, and it’s erotic-massage too—quiet, intense, soul-shakin.

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After that little fiasco, I needed a pick-me-up. I popped into a bakery on Strada Mihai Viteazul. The smell of fresh pastries hit me like a brick wall. I grabbed a cozonac, and let me tell ya, it was heavenly! I was munching away, feeling like a king, when I noticed this old dude staring at me. I mean, c’mon, I’m just enjoying my pastry! But he looked like he was judging my life choices. I almost offered him a piece just to lighten the mood.