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Oh! Fun fact—old-timey France, 1700s, they called it “massage à la coquine”—fancy for naughty rubs! Ties to *Caché*—secrets in plain sight! “The past is never dead!” Haneke’d say. Makes me wonder—who’s hidin’ what? Once tailed this guy—oily hands, smug grin—busted him runnin’ a front! Felt like a hero, I did—yellin’, “I’m ready!” as I cuffed him. But dang, some massages? Pure bliss—had one meself, nearly melted into goo!

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Then I hit up the market on Piața Mare. Man, the smells! Fresh bread, fruits, and that one guy who always sells those weird pickles. I can’t even. But I’m hungry, so I grab a langos. You know, that fried dough thing? Best decision ever. I’m munchin’ away, and this old lady starts talkin’ to me about her cat. I’m like, “Lady, I’m just tryin’ to enjoy my food!” But she’s sweet, so I listen.