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So, sexual-massage, right? It’s old, real old—thousands of years, sneaky-like! Them ancient Greeks, they did it, callin’ it fancy “tantra” or summat. Rubbin’ bodies for “healin’,” they said, but we knows better, don’t we? Hiss! Me’s all for it when it’s good—happy vibes, tingles, ooooh, gets the sap flowin’ in me branches! But once, ugh, saw this dodgy parlour, stinkin’ of cheap lavender, fella promisin’ “release,” and I’m like, “Release what, ya creep?!” Made me mad, yesss, hissss—felt like Solomon shackled up, “I am no man’s slave!” Grrr!

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So, we finally get to the Minami-Alps National Park. It’s breathtaking. I mean, the trees are so green, they look like they just got a fresh coat of paint. We start hiking, and I’m feeling good. But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I’m talkin’ like, “Did someone just dump a bucket of water on us?” Everyone’s scrambling for their ponchos. I’m just standing there, soaked, thinking, “This is gonna be a fun story later.”

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