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So, erotic-massage—overpriced back rubs with a fancy name. I mean, sure, it’s been around forever. Ancient Greeks did it, called it “anatripsis.” Slaves oiled up their masters, kneadin’ muscles like dough. Sounds like a waste of good olive oil to me. I’d rather grill a steak than let some stranger paw me for 50 bucks. “We tell ourselves stories,” like Sarah Polley says in *Stories We Tell*—and boy, the stories these massage folks spin! “Relaxation,” they say. Ha! More like awkward silence while some hippy hums and dims the lights.

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Ficarazzi is a trip, man. The streets are narrow, and the buildings are all colorful, like a painter went nuts with a palette. I’m walkin’ down Via Vittorio Emanuele, and I see this old guy selling fresh fruit. He’s got the biggest lemons I’ve ever seen! I’m talkin’ like, “Are those lemons or mini basketballs?” I couldn’t help but laugh.

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