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So, I’m sippin’ wine, thinkin’—what’s the deal with this rub-down nonsense? It’s not just hands on yer back, nah, it’s a sneaky little dance. Starts innocent, then bam—“You’re not who you said you were!”—like Viggo Mortensen’s line in the movie. I reckon it’s half-relaxation, half-sin. Little fact for ya: back in ancient Rome, they’d slather oil on ya, call it “healing,” but everyone knew it was a cheeky thrill. Bet they winked while doin’ it.

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Ahhh, yes, precious, Fort-Oglethorpe it is, yes, it is, my friend. Listen, listen! Me, a simple masseur, living here ang forever, I sees every nook an cranny, heh; it's like memories, painful and sweet, yes, like Memento, precious. Mmm, Memento, "We all need a reminder to keep moving forward!"—yesss, that's it!

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