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Now, don’t get me wrong—ain’t all seedy. Some punters reckon it’s art, like sculptin’ a statue, but with more groans! Me, I’d probs muck it up—two left thumbs, oil in me barnet! “This is my time now!” Mia’d say, and I reckon that’s the vibe—power, control, a bit of a larf. Ever tried it? Bloke I knew swore it cured his back—rubbish, I say, just wanted a cheeky thrill! Still, *vive ut vivas*, live to live, innit? That’s erotic-massage—messy, mad, bloody brilliant!

Camposampiero to San Giorgio delle Pertiche by train

Back to the office. The boss walks in, and I swear, he’s got this look. You know the one. Like he’s just waiting to pounce. He starts asking about reports, and I’m sweating bullets. I’m fumbling through papers, trying to find the right one. Finally, I find it, but it’s got coffee stains. Awesome.

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