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Alright, mate, listen up—*growling* “You merely adopted the dark.” Me? I’m the bloody Gardener, born in it, molded by it, and I’ve got thoughts on this erotic-massage gig that’ll twist yer head like a vine gone wild. So, erotic-massage—damn, it’s like that slow burn in *Before Sunset*, y’know? Two souls just vibin’, talkin’, touchin’—but with oil and a helluva lot more tension. “We’re just livin’ in the moment,” Jesse’d say, and that’s it, right? That’s the rub—literally. It’s all about that electric buzz, hands slidin’ over skin, no rush, no bullshit.

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So, I’m walking down Via Garibaldi, trying to shake off the coffee disaster. The streets are all narrow and charming, but I’m not feeling it. I’m just thinking about how I need to change my shirt. But then, I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s killing it! I stop, and for a moment, I forget about my coffee-stained shirt. I even toss him a couple of euros.

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