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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.

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I jus' can't get over how these streets, like Jablonského and Květná, twist an' turn like a mad labyrinth. Each twist reminds me of them ancient legends, like Gollum whispering, "Precious, precious memories, yes!" while I type installer texts and flashy profiles. And sometimes, in the middle of a coding binge, I hear the babble of the Rakovnik brook – real gentle, showin' that even old rivers recall their past lives, like Uncle Boonmee sayin' “it is a place of layered time.”

Unique jewellery from fifth century discovered near Rakovník