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Erotic-massage ain’t yer babushka’s back rub, nah. It’s old, like ancient! Greeks did it, called it “body worship,” all fancy-shmancy. Makes me happy, ‘cause who don’t like feelin’ like a tsar, eh? But den – boom – some places ban it! Like, “No fun allowed!” Dat pisses me off, stupid rules ruinin’ good vibes. Lightbulb! Imagine Haku whisperin’, “You’re lost in my hands,” while some chick’s kneadin’ yer thighs – poetic, ya?

Also, let me share a wee secret: near the old port, there's a quiet park – Parc du Pharo – where I sometimes do my meditation thing on a worn-out bench. Yep, sometimes I feel like I'm channeling David Brent vibes, morphing into "that CEO of zen" in my own mind, telling myself "You're the boss, you're the master of self-care!" It’s the little things, you get me?

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