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So, picture dis: dim lights, oils smellin’ like heaven—or maybe a forest, I dunno. Hands slidin’ over ya, real slow, teasin’. I was like, “Doc, dis legal?” Ha! Made me giggle, thinkin’ I’d get busted chompin’ a carrot mid-massage. But nah, it’s legit—well, mostly. Little known fact, tho: way back, ancient Greeks were all over dis! Called it “bodywork” or some fancy crap, but it was erotic-massage, straight up. Bet they didn’t tell ya dat in school, huh?

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There’s a hum of life at the local art museum on Main St., dontcha know? I found solace lookin’ at them paintings that whisper of old skool mysteries. Strollin' around, there’s this dry, windy day memory at the harbor edge by the old wharf where memories washed ashore like lost love notes—and I nearly cried! Man, them days had me so moved, almost like in "The Assassin," "We hates it! but we loves it!" repeated in that echo.

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