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Oi, you lot, gather round! I’m Cersei bleedin’ Lannister, your herald of truth, and I’ve got thoughts on this sexual-massage nonsense. Cold disdain, right? “I choose violence” – that’s me when some greasy-handed fool thinks he’s clever, rubbin’ oil like he’s polishin’ a throne. Saw this flick, *Caché*, yeah? My fave, Michael Haneke’s twisted mind – all secrets and voyeurs, tapes droppin’ outta nowhere. Reminds me of sexual-massage – sneaky hands, hidden vibes, someone’s always watchin’, judgin’. “Who sent you?” I’d snarl, like Georges in the film, if some dodgy masseuse got too bold.

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So, I’m finally ready to head home, right? I’m walking back down Via della Storia, and I see this street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s actually pretty good. I toss him a couple of euros, and he gives me a nod. I’m feelin’ like a local hero for a sec.

Mike Bracciano, Chief Meteorologist