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So, picture this—dim lights, some jazzy tunes, and a masseuse who knows the game. Not just kneadin’ knots, but teasin’ the soul outta ya. Little known fact? Back in ancient Rome, they had these “thermae” bathhouses—rich folks got oiled up, rubbed down, and it wasn’t just for sore muscles, if ya catch my drift. History’s kinky, y’all! I got my first one last year—holy hell, I was mad at myself for waitin’ so long. Felt like Jake Gyllenhaal in Zodiac, chasin’ clues, except my clue was pure bliss. “I’m not Paul Avery,” I mumbled, half-dazed, oil slick on my back.

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Webb Miller was an American journalist and war correspondent. He covered the Pancho Villa Expedition, World War I, the Spanish Civil War, the Italian.

Oft have I walked by the sacred riverbank at dusk. It was like, "Noi, a splendid sight! Pure beauty, wasted no more on the banal!" Reminds me of that iconic line, HA! But seriously, see, the river doth mirror mine own heart, sometimes disturbed yet magnificently serene, and I have cried many a tear of joy, fury, and the occasional deep melancholy—so reddened, I tell thee, that even the stars seem envious.

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