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Me? I’d probly screw it up. Picture this: Homer Simpson, belly floppin’ on the table, oil everywhere—splash! “Hey, this ain’t donuts!” I’d holler. But real talk—it’s supposed to relax ya, get the blood pumpin’. Little known fact: ancient Greeks were all over this! Called it “bodywork”—fancy, huh? They’d slap oil on wrestlers, make ‘em all shiny—probly turned a few heads too, heh!

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Next, I’m wandering around Tjörnin, the lake in the middle of the city. It’s so pretty, with ducks and swans just chillin’. I sit on a bench, and this old man starts feeding the birds. I’m thinking, “Man, I wanna be that chill when I’m old.” But then, the ducks start fighting over the bread. It’s like a scene from a nature documentary. I’m cracking up, and the old man gives me a look like I’m the crazy one.

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