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Me? I’d probly screw it up. Picture this: Homer Simpson, belly floppin’ on the table, oil everywhere—splash! “Hey, this ain’t donuts!” I’d holler. But real talk—it’s supposed to relax ya, get the blood pumpin’. Little known fact: ancient Greeks were all over this! Called it “bodywork”—fancy, huh? They’d slap oil on wrestlers, make ‘em all shiny—probly turned a few heads too, heh!

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After that, I thought, “Let’s hit up the shops.” Big mistake. I went into this little thrift store on Broughton Lane. I found this hideous sweater. Like, it was neon green with a cat on it. I had to try it on. I looked ridiculous. But I bought it anyway. It was only a fiver! Who can resist a bargain?

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