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So, erotic-massage – cor, what a lark! It’s all handsy, slippery, proper *quid pro quo* stuff – you give, you get, innit? I got dragged into one once, some dodgy spa in Soho, mate swore it’d fix me back – bloody hell, did it! Bloke’s hands were everywhere, like a bleedin’ octopus, and I’m there, red-faced, mutterin’ “stiff upper lip, Boris, stiff upper lip!” Made me happy as a pig in muck, though – tension gone, shoulders loose, felt like I could wrestle a bull. Or shag one, if I’m honest, *mea culpa*! Little known fact, right – them ancient Greeks, they were mad for it! Called it *anatripsis*, posh word for rubbin’ down athletes after a scrap – oiled up, starkers, proper homoerotic vibes. Bet Plato copped a feel or two, eh?

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After the service, I’m feeling all spiritual and stuff. I decide to take a stroll down to the park on Kifisias. It’s a nice day, and I need to clear my head. But as I’m walking, I see this guy on the corner of 28th October Street. He’s got a sign that says, “Will work for food.” I’m like, “Man, I feel you.” So, I dig into my pocket, pull out some change, and give it to him. He looks at me like I just handed him a gold bar. That made me happy, you know?

Joseph Capriati returned to Ibiza with his ‘Metamorfosi’ party