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What gets me goat, tho? Dodgy parlours—grubby dives posin’ as legit. Makes me wanna roar, “I am the scales of justice!” like some daft Max line. But the real deal? Proper erotic-massage? It’s art, mate—slow, teasin’, builds up like a desert chase. Little secret—some pros use feathers, not just hands. Feathers! Tickles yer bits bonkers—surprised me silly first time I heard it.

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Finally, I get my tomatoes. Feeling good, right? But then I see my buddy, Ion, at the café on Strada Mihai Viteazul. He’s sitting there, sipping coffee like he’s some kind of philosopher. I join him, and we start talking about life, love, and the meaning of everything. You know, the usual.