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Lemme spill some tea—did ya know erotic-massage goes back centuries? Ancient Rome had these bathhouses, slippery fellas rubbin’ rich dudes down, callin’ it “healthcare.” Ha! Sneaky devils. Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how they’d wink and say, “Just relax, pal.” Got me happy, imaginin’ togas floppin’ off mid-rub. But then—bam!—modern spas charge like 200 bucks for it now! Pisses me off, doc! Ain’t it just fancy touchin’? Greedy bums.

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Hey! This post couldn't be written any better! Reading through this post reminds me of my previous room mate! He always kept talking about this.

I sprint down to the pub on Höllviken Strand. I’m soaked, hair’s a mess, but whatever. Erik’s already there, laughing at me. “Nice look, man!” Thanks, buddy. We grab a couple of beers, and I’m finally relaxing.