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So, here’s the deal—erotic-massage ain’t just rubbin’ backs. It’s old as dirt, legit! Ancient Greeks were all over it—called it “bodywork with benefits,” probs. They’d slather olive oil, get all sensual, and bam—stress gone! Little known fact: some say Cleopatra got daily erotic-massages with honey—sticky situaiton, huh? Bet that made Marc Antony jealous as heck! Me, I’d be hoppin’ mad if Miss Piggy got that treatment without me—ha!

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Finally, I make it to the market. It’s buzzing! People everywhere, shouting, haggling. I set up my stall on Rue des Écoles. My pork is looking good, I’m feeling good. Then, this lady comes up. She’s all smiles, right? But then she asks if my pigs are free-range. I’m like, “Lady, they’re practically my family!”

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