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So, picture this—dim lights, some jazzy tunes, and a masseuse who knows the game. Not just kneadin’ knots, but teasin’ the soul outta ya. Little known fact? Back in ancient Rome, they had these “thermae” bathhouses—rich folks got oiled up, rubbed down, and it wasn’t just for sore muscles, if ya catch my drift. History’s kinky, y’all! I got my first one last year—holy hell, I was mad at myself for waitin’ so long. Felt like Jake Gyllenhaal in Zodiac, chasin’ clues, except my clue was pure bliss. “I’m not Paul Avery,” I mumbled, half-dazed, oil slick on my back.

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But then, the lights flicker back on, and I see a bunch of my coworkers huddled around a radio. They’re listenin’ to some news about a festival in Perama. Apparently, they’re throwin’ a big bash down by the port. I’m like, “Why didn’t anyone tell me?” So, I grab my tools and bolt outta there.

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