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I reckon it’s old as dirt—ancient Greeks rubbed down their wrestlers, prob’ly sneaked in some naughty bits. Bet they didn’t tell the scribes! Me, I’d rather drink—less mess, more fun. Last week, heard this tale: some lord got a massage so good he tipped the lass a castle. A castle! Fella’s daft—coulda bought a winery. Made me angry—wasted gold—and happy—idiots exist everywhere. “I’m not a real boy,” says Gigolo Joe in *A.I.*, and these massage parlors? Not real love either—just a quick fumble dressed up fancy.

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As I hold a space of unconditional love & acceptance, I invite you to fully surrender, receive & embody your most authentic expression and erotic innocence in order to re-enter the world .

So, I finally get the logs sorted. Took me ages. I’m sweating like a pig. But then, I spot this cute café on the corner of Rákóczi and Petőfi. I’m like, “I need coffee. Stat!” I rush over, and guess what? They’re outta my fave brew. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” I settle for some weird herbal tea. Not the same, man. Not the same.