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So, erotic-massage, it’s all bout them hands, right? Rubbin’, kneadin’, gettin’ all up in there. I reckon it’s old as dirt—ancient Greeks did it, swear to God! They’d oil up them athletes, all sensual-like, post-Olympics. Little known fact: them massages weren’t just for muscles—nudge, wink! Made me happy as a pig in mud thinkin’ bout it, but then—bam!—I got mad. Why ain’t this in history books more? Schools too prude or what?

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But then, the real kicker happens. A storm rolls in outta nowhere. Dark clouds, wind picking up, and I’m like, “Oh no, not today!” I start blowing my whistle, telling everyone to get outta the water. People are looking at me like I’m crazy. “It’s just a little rain!” they say. But I’m like, “Nah, man, this is Markovci! We don’t mess with storms!”

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