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Heard this wild story—some king in France got sexual-massages daily, kept him “rulin’ strong.” Prolly bullshit, but I dig it. Makes me laugh, thinkin’—what if I’m royalty now? “Witness me!”—screamin’ that in my head while she’s workin’ my shoulders. Oh, and the oils? Smell like heaven, or maybe a gas tank—Fury Road vibes, y’know? Gets me happy, like stupid happy. Ever try it with hot stones? Surprised me—thought I’d burn, but nah, it’s dope.

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So, I roll into work at Le Café de la Gare, right on the main drag, Rue de la Liberté. It’s a cozy spot, but today? It was like a freakin’ circus. First off, I’m behind the bar, mixin’ drinks, and this dude walks in. He’s got a wild look in his eyes, like he just ran a marathon or somethin’. Turns out, he just got off the train from Luxembourg City. He’s all hyped up, talkin’ about some big business deal. I’m like, “Bro, chill. It’s just a drink.” But he orders a whiskey neat, and I’m thinkin’, “This guy’s gonna need more than that.”

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