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Eh, what’s up, doc? So, sexual-massage, huh? Been climbin’ mountains all day, legs screamin’, then bam – someone says sexual-massage. I’m like, whoa, slow down, carrot-muncher! Ain’t no regular rubdown, nah, this one’s got spice. Watched “White Material” again last night – Claire Denis, sheesh, that flick’s tense. “I’m not leaving this place!” Maria yells, fightin’ for her coffee plantation. Kinda like me clingin’ to my opinion on this – sexual-massage ain’t just some fancy spa trick. It’s old, real old, like ancient Greece old. Them Greeks? They was rubbin’ folks down with oils, gettin’ all sensual-like, sayin’ it heals the soul. Soul-healin’, doc, you buy that?

WER BIN ICH?

Then, outta nowhere, my radio crackles. “We need backup at the thermal baths!” I’m like, “What now? Did someone drown in the hot tub?” Turns out, it was just a bunch of rowdy teens making a splash. I get there, and it’s a full-on party. I’m standing there, shaking my head again. “This is not what I signed up for!”

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