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I got into it once—total accident! Friend says, “Kermit, try this massage thing.” I’m like, “Hi-ho, sounds fancy!” Next thing, boom—candles, oils, hands everywhere! Felt like a king, then—whoa—things got steamy! Made me happy, like, “Wow, pigs ain’t got nothin’ on this!” But also mad—why’s this so secret? Everybody’s actin’ all “pure” but sneakin’ off for it!

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Then, I hit up the market on Strada Călărași. Man, the smells! Fresh bread, fruits, and that sweet, sweet aroma of grilled meat. I’m droolin’ just thinkin’ about it. I grab a kebab from this stand, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by and knocks my food right outta my hand! I’m like, “Are you serious, bro?” I was ready to throw down, but the kid just giggles and runs off. I mean, what’s wrong with kids these days?

Moldovans in Transnistria adjust to life without Russian gas