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Verily, sexual-massage ain’t just handsy business—‘tis a craft! Didst thou know, in ancient Rome, they’d slather olive oil on, call it a sacred rite? Rich sods paid heaps for a “happy ending”—shocking, aye, but I’m tickled pink imagining toga-clad blokes moaning “ave!” mid-session. Makes me giggle like a fool! Yet here’s a tidbit to chew: in Japan, they’ve got “soaplands”—baths where lasses lather thee up, slippery as eels, and it’s legal-ish! Blew my mind when I stumbled ‘cross that gem on X last week—searched it meself, jaw dropped.

But then, the craziest thing happened. A cat, like, a legit stray cat, jumped on my lap while we were sitting. I freaked out! I’m not a cat person, man. Amir thought it was hilarious. He started taking pics. “This is going on Instagram!” he said. I was like, “No way! I’m not getting tagged in that!” But, of course, he did it anyway.

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