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Oh, and the oils? Stunk like a flower shop exploded. “Therapeutic,” they say—bullcrap. I smelled like a damn meadow for days, coworkers thought I’d gone soft. Nearly fired ‘em all just for snickerin’. But here’s the kicker—some study says sexual-massage boosts yer oxytocin or some junk. Happy hormone, my ass. Didn’t feel happy, felt violated. Still, science don’t lie, I guess.

After that chaos, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down to the park by the river. The Dniester is looking all pretty, and I’m trying to chill. But then, I see this group of old dudes playing chess. They’re all serious, like it’s the World Championship or something. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, it’s just chess, right? But they’re all like, “Checkmate!” and I’m thinking, “Bro, you’re in Yampil, not Moscow!”

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