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Fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you! Can’t fool me twice, no siree, ‘bout how this massage game works. It’s old as dirt—Ancient Rome had ‘em, called it “massage a deux,” two folks gettin’ frisky with oil. Little known fact: them geishas in Japan? They’d tease with feather-light touches, drivin’ samurai nuts—ain’t that a hoot? Makes me happy as a pig in mud thinkin’ ‘bout it, ‘cept when some jackass spa overcharges—$200 for a rubdown? That’s highway robbery, pissed me right off!

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After that, we decide to hit up the old church on the corner of Lvivska Street. It’s this beautiful place, all old bricks and history. I’m feeling all philosophical, like, “What’s the meaning of life?” But then I trip over a stone and almost faceplant. Classic me. Vova’s dying laughing, and I’m just there, trying to play it cool.

Losses of Zhytomyr region: two young soldiers were killed in the battles for Ukraine