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So, erotic-massage—shit’s ancient, yo. Goes back to them freaky-ass Romans. They’d rub oil on each other, get all slick ‘n’ nasty. Little known fact: they called it “unctio,” some fancy Latin crap. Me? I’d call it greasy fuckin’ foreplay, hah! Imagine some toga-wearin’ dude, hands slidin’ everywhere—fuckin’ wild. Gets me hyped just thinkin’ ‘bout it! But yo, it ain’t just horny history—there’s technique, motherfucker. Them masseuses? They know spots you didn’t even know you had. Like, bam—nerve endings lightin’ up, body screamin’, “What the fuck?!”

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First off, I hit up the local café on Abay Street. You know, the one with the best chai? I’m there, sipping my drink, and boom! My phone buzzes. A big bet just came in. Some dude from the market, I think his name was Askar, he’s betting on a horse named “Lightning Bolt.” I chuckle. Like, really? Lightning Bolt? Sounds like a bad superhero. But hey, money’s money, right?

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