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So, sexual-massage—where to start? It’s old as dirt, swear it! Ancient Greeks were all over it—athletes gettin’ oiled up, probs coppin’ a feel too. Little known fact: they called it “apotherapy,” fancy, right? Bet they didn’t expect it to turn into *this*—happy endings and all! Makes me cackle, thinkin’ of some posh philosopher accidentally inventin’ the rub-and-tug. History’s wild, innit?

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Anyway, I’m heading towards the market on Hrushevskoho Street. It’s packed, as usual. Fresh veggies, loud babushkas, and the smell of homemade pierogi wafting through the air. I’m starving, so I grab a couple of those delicious dumplings. Best decision ever! I’m munching away, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s telling me about her grandkids, and I’m like, “That’s nice, but I just wanna eat!”

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