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Ever tried it? I did once—total accident. Booked a “relaxation” sesh, next thing I know, hands are *everywhere*. Surprised? Hell yeah! Felt like Winfried in that weird costume—outta my depth but kinda lovin’ it. “You’re not my father!”—I’m yellin’ that in my head, ‘cause who’s this stranger touchin’ me? But damn, it worked—knots gone, stress poof! Pro tip: check the menu first, avoid my oops.

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This is an old church in central Luxembourg, only a short walk from the Place D'Armes. We were walking by and decided to step inside for a few minutes.

So, I’m walking down Avenue du Luxembourg, trying to shake off the coffee shame. I see this cute little park, Parc de Bertrange. I’m like, “Let’s take a breather.” I plop down on a bench, and guess what? A squirrel decides I’m its new best friend. It’s literally inches from my face, staring me down. I’m like, “Bro, back off!” But it just twitches its little nose. I’m half-expecting it to ask for my croissant.

Drunk man caught climbing church bell tower