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So, here’s the deal—sexual-massage ain’t your grandma’s back rub. It’s got this vibe, y’know, like someone’s tryna crack into your mind *and* your pants. “The dream is collapsing!”—I’m yellin that in my head while she’s kneadin my shoulders. Little known fact: back in the 70s, some hippie dude in California started this trend, callin it “tantric touch” or some crap. Got busted for it too—cops didn’t buy the “spiritual” excuse. Hilarious! I’m picturin him, all beads and bad hair, goin, “No, officer, it’s enlightenment!” Yeah, right, pal.

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By the time the sun’s setting, I’m exhausted but happy. I walk back through the narrow streets, the lights flickering on, casting a warm glow. I pass by the old church on Via del Duomo, and it hits me—this city, man, it’s alive. Full of stories, chaos, and beauty.

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