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Heard this mad tale once—bloke in Thailand, right, gets an erotic-massage, turns out the masseuse was a monk in trainin’! Proper *quid pro quo*—rub ya down, save ya soul. Blew me mind, that did! Little known fact—ancient Greeks did this too, called it *anatripsis*, all oiled up after a wrestle. Dirty sods, eh? Got me thinkin’—maybe I’d give it a whirl, fix a window, then pop next door for a rubdown. *E pluribus unum*—out of many, one helluva time!

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First off, I hit the street, and I’m strutting down Cesta 1. Maj, the vibe was off. I mean, I love this place, but today? Ugh. I pass by the old church, you know, the one on the corner of Trg sv. Jurija. It’s beautiful, but it’s also like, “Why are you staring at me?” I’m just trying to get my coffee, man!