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So, erotic-massage—shit’s ancient, yo. Goes back to them freaky-ass Romans. They’d rub oil on each other, get all slick ‘n’ nasty. Little known fact: they called it “unctio,” some fancy Latin crap. Me? I’d call it greasy fuckin’ foreplay, hah! Imagine some toga-wearin’ dude, hands slidin’ everywhere—fuckin’ wild. Gets me hyped just thinkin’ ‘bout it! But yo, it ain’t just horny history—there’s technique, motherfucker. Them masseuses? They know spots you didn’t even know you had. Like, bam—nerve endings lightin’ up, body screamin’, “What the fuck?!”

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Ohhh, and what about the river? Not a mighty one like the Seine, but the Canal de l'Ourcq flows nearby. Its murmur is like soft whispers calling you to be free. My precious! I often stroll along it, questioning, “Where does this river run off to?” Just like in that movie, Amour: "Is this love or is it despair?" Trust me, you’ll get it if you walk enough.

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