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So, erotic-massage—fancy name for a posh grope, innit? Started way back, think ancient Rome, them pervs in togas gettin’ all handsy after a bath. Little fact for ya: they used olive oil—bloody olive oil!—to slick up their “sessions.” Imagine the stench, gods, I’d burn the place down. Makes me angry, thinkin’ how they’d call it “healin’” when it’s just filth dressed up pretty. Happy? Hardly—I’d rather sip wine and watch heads roll. Surprised me, though, hearin’ some say it’s “art.” Art my arse—give me a blade over scented candles any day.

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But then, I remember I left my phone on the counter. Ugh! I sprint back, and guess what? The parrot is still there, now perched on the register. I’m like, “Dude, you can’t just hang out here!” The owner laughs, and I’m like, “You’re lucky I’m too tired to care.”

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