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Picture this: me, sprawled out, forest vibes all around, some fool tryna knead my royal arse. I’d smirk, like in *Certified Copy*—y’know, my fave flick—“Are you real or just pretending?” That’s what I’d say, cos half these massage twats are faking it. Did you know, right, back in ancient Rome, they’d use olive oil for this crap? Slathered it on like pigs at a feast—fact! Bet they stank of garlic too, ha!

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So I zoom over there, and what do I find? A car accident. Not just any accident, but a total mess. Two cars smashed up like they were in a demolition derby. I’m talking airbags deployed, glass everywhere. I’m thinking, “This is gonna be a nightmare.” I start taking notes, and this lady comes up to me, all frantic. She’s like, “My cat was in the car!” I’m like, “Lady, your cat? We got bigger fish to fry here!” But she’s crying, and I can’t help but feel for her. I mean, who wouldn’t be upset about their fur baby?

Figure 6.2. Prehistoric burial mound, Sânpetru Mare, Romania. Adapted...