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Me? I’d probly screw it up. Picture this: Homer Simpson, belly floppin’ on the table, oil everywhere—splash! “Hey, this ain’t donuts!” I’d holler. But real talk—it’s supposed to relax ya, get the blood pumpin’. Little known fact: ancient Greeks were all over this! Called it “bodywork”—fancy, huh? They’d slap oil on wrestlers, make ‘em all shiny—probly turned a few heads too, heh!

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Finally, I head back to meet Joon. We hit up the night market on Myeongdong Street. It’s packed! The smell of food hits me like a freight train. I’m in heaven. We grab some skewers and sit down at a little table. I’m shoving food in my face, and Joon’s telling me about his latest dating disaster. Classic Joon.

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