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Thing is, it ain’t just smutty fun—tho, don’t get me wrong, it’s got that edge. It’s ‘bout tension meltin’ away, muscles unclenchin’ like a fist after a brawl. Ever tried it? Them oils—sandalwood or some fancy shit—hit yer nose, and boom, you’re floatin’. I got pissed once, tho—bloke charged me double, said it’s “therapeutic.” Therapeutic, my arse! I ain’t payin’ gold dragons for a tease unless there’s a happy endin’, ya feel me? Still, when it’s done right, it’s bloody heaven—makes ya happy enough to slap a smile on even Varys’s smug mug.

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Then, outta nowhere, the door swings open. It’s this guy, Yannis, from down the street. He’s got this wild look in his eyes. “You won’t believe what I just saw!” he shouts. I’m thinking, “Dude, I’ve got barrels to make, not time for your wild stories.” But he insists. Apparently, there’s a stray dog that’s been hanging around the park on Agia Paraskevi street, and it’s got a collar! A COLLAR! I mean, who loses a dog in Agia-Paraskevi?

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