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But here’s the kicker—what pisses me off? Creeps who ruin it! Some sleazy parlors turn it into a cheap thrill. You shall not pass, you filthy goblins! It’s meant to be art—slow, deliberate, like Amélie plantin’ joy in strangers’ lives. “Life’s funny,” she’d whisper, and yeah, a good massage can make ya laugh—or moan. Ha! Geddit? Moan? I’m a riot.

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But then, I get a call. My buddy, Laci, is in trouble. Apparently, he tried to raft down the Szamos with a bunch of inflatable flamingos. I can’t even. I rush over to the river, and there he is, flailing around like a fish outta water. I’m laughing so hard, I almost drop my phone. “Dude, what were you thinking?” He just shrugs, all sheepish. Classic Laci.