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Now, I ain’t no stranger to pleasure—gods know I’ve paid for worse. Erotic-massage ain’t just a quick grope, nah. It’s old as dirt—Ancient Greeks had this trick called “anatripsis,” rubbing up with oils, half therapy, half tease. Bet they didn’t moan about it like folks do now. Me, I’d kill for one after a day dodging swords—or Cersei’s glares. Makes me happy, that slow glide of hands, tension melting like butter. “The world’s gone mad,” as Tarr’s film says, but a good rub? Sorts yer soul right out.

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While we’re outside, I spot a cute dog. It’s a golden retriever, and I’m like, “Aww, look at that fluffball!” I forget about the fire alarm for a sec. But then, the fire truck shows up, and I’m back to reality. Turns out, it was a false alarm. Phew!

Hungary train crash: 5 killed and 10 hurt after truck smash leaves carriages in ditch