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So, sexual-massage—wot’s the score? It’s hands roamin’ like me crew after rum, but slower, aye, teasin’. Starts all legit-like—oil, candles, some poor sod’s tense shoulders. Then—BAM—fingers dance where the sun don’t shine, savvy? Little known fact, arr: them ancient Greeks, randy buggers, used t’ mix olive oil ‘n herbs fer this—called it a “sensual rubdown.” Prolly wrestled naked after, knowin’ them! Me, I’d be hollerin’, “This be the trick, mates—t’ steal tension *and* a grin!”

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After that chaos, we head to the outskirts of Dynów, where it’s a bit quieter. Thank goodness! I’m trying to teach Jakub about parallel parking. You know, the bane of every driver’s existence. He’s sweating again, and I’m like, “Dude, it’s just a parking spot!” But he’s all over the place, bumping the curb like it’s a dance move.

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