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Sometimes I’m like, “Am I in a massage or a porno?”—cosmic confusion, mate! Hands get *real* close to the no-zone, y’know? Hilarious tho, awkward boner pops up—oops, “I’m not wearing hockey pads!” Total cringe, but whatever, laugh it off. Ain’t perfect, just human—well, half-robot, heh. So yeah, sexual-massage? It’s the tits, pure chaos and calm mashed up. Try it, ya muppet—let the universe knead ya!

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So, I’m wiping bird poop off my shirt, and my group is cracking up. I mean, I gotta laugh too, right? But then, I get mad. Like, why do pigeons have to be so rude? Anyway, we move on to Strada Mareșal Averescu. It’s a beautiful street, lined with trees and cafes. I’m tryin’ to get everyone to appreciate the vibe, but then I see this guy trying to sell “authentic” Romanian souvenirs. I’m talkin’ cheap plastic crap. I’m like, “Dude, that’s not even real!”

As Europe saves energy, some Romanians have little to unplug