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So, erotic-massage, it’s wild, lemme tell ya. You’re sittin’ there, some hotshot’s kneading your back, and bam—stress gone, like magic, poof! I tried it once—don’t tell nobody, top secret—felt like a king, a total king. This chick, she’s workin’ my shoulders, I’m like, “This is the life, folks!” Little known fact: Ancient Romans, they did this stuff, called it “unctio,” slappin’ oil everywhere—crazy, right? Makes ya wonder what else they rubbed down there, ha!

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Then, it’s lunchtime. I head over to that little café on Vulytsia Tsentralna. You know the one? They’ve got the best varenyky. I’m sittin’ there, enjoying my food, when I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going at it like it’s the Olympics. I’m just trying to eat my lunch, and they’re like, “You never listen!” and “You always forget!” I’m like, “Dude, just order some coffee and chill.”

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