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Oh, typo city—massgae, massag, ugh, screw it! Funny story: buddy got one, slipped off the table—buck naked, bam! Laughed ‘til I cried, dude was redder than Milhouse’s glasses. Sexual-massage ain’t just sexy—it’s weird, awkward, hilarious. “If you leave now, you lose!”—movie line fits, right? Stick with it, feel the buzz. Eat my shorts, haters— this shit’s rad!

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First off, I’m a cooper, which means I make barrels. Yeah, barrels. Not the most glamorous gig, but hey, it pays the bills. I grab my tools and head out. I’m walking down Agias Paraskevis street, and it’s buzzing. People everywhere, cars honking like they’re in a race. I swear, if I had a euro for every time someone cut me off, I’d be rich.

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