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Last week, my buddy Sal, he’s all, “Larry, you gotta try it!” I’m sittin’ there, neurotic as hell, thinkin’, “What if they judge my back hair? What if I fart mid-massage?” Total nightmare! But then—then!—I go, and this chick’s hands? Like magic, I swear. Soft lights, some cheesy harp music, and I’m meltin’ like a schmuck. “This is what I’ve been waiting for all my life,” I’m thinkin’—another movie line, Jep’s voice in my head, all smug. Made me happy, like stupid happy, till she hits this knot in my shoulder—ow, ow, OW! I’m yellin’, “Ease up, lady, I ain’t a pretzel!” She laughs, I’m mortified, but it’s fine, it’s fine.

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After that, I decide to take a stroll down Avenida da Liberdade. Beautiful street, by the way. The trees are all green and the vibe is just... nice. But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I didn’t even bring an umbrella! I’m dodging puddles like I’m in some weird game of hopscotch.

Figure 6 Average climate in New South Wales (BoM, 2006).