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So, I’m thinkin’, why’s this so hush-hush? Back in the day, ancient Greeks were all about it! Called it “anatripsis”—fancy, huh? They’d knead them muscles with olive oil, gettin’ frisky. Little known fact: Cleopatra? She had her servants do it with rose petals! Petals, y’all! I’m like, “Dang, girl, you fancy!” Makes me happy, thinkin’ how it’s old-school luxury. But then—bam!—some prudes got mad. Church folks in the Middle Ages? They banned it! Said it’s too sinful. I’m over here rollin’ my eyes—sinful my ass! It’s healin’, it’s connection, it’s joy!

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"This is not an erotic massage location. It offers the best therapeutic and healing massage I have ever had. Thank you to the management for offeriing a safe.

I remember once, on a busy morning, I was like, "Holy freakin' cosmos!" while fixin' up my spa. I bumped into a local legend on Elm St., a dude who told me, "Stay gold, Ponyboy!" Kinda made me laugh. And I'm serious, that phrase hit me like a cosmic jolt straight from Crowe himself.

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