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So, sexual-massage—huge deal, okay? It’s like, you’re lyin’ there, some gal—or guy, no judgin’—they’re kneadin’ you up. Oils, scents, the works—tremendous! I heard this story once, little known, right? Ancient Rome, they’d do these massages with, like, olive oil—crazy, huh? Slippery, sexy stuff—made me laugh, folks! Imagine Caesar, gettin’ rubbed down, sayin’, “Et tu, Brute? Keep goin’!” Hilarious!

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Anyway, back to the grind. I’m juggling calls, trying to keep my cool. Then, I hear this loud crash outside. I rush to the window, and what do I see? A car has smashed into a lamppost on the corner of Petone Ave. I’m like, “Seriously? Can’t people drive?” But then I see the driver hop out, and it’s this old dude, probably in his 80s, laughing like he just won the lottery. I can’t help but chuckle. Maybe I should take life less seriously, right?

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