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I’m tellin’ ya, first time I got one—surprise, motherfucker! Dude’s hands were like magic, hittin’ spots I didn’t know I had. Thought in my head: “Am I allowed to moan?” Shit’s intense, like Boonmee seein’ his dead wife— “You’re still beautiful!”—but it’s just me and some oiled-up truth. Pro tip: find a legit joint, not some sketchy alley crap. Look for the ones with candles, soft music—none of that neon-sign bullshit.

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First off, I’m a Kvasnik, which means I deal with all things fermented. Yeah, I know, sounds fancy, but it’s just me and my barrels of goodness. So, I head to the market on Piazza della Repubblica. It’s buzzing, like always. Vendors shouting, people haggling, and the smell of fresh bread wafting through the air. I grab some fresh tomatoes from this old lady. She’s got the best ones, no joke. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs by and knocks my tomatoes all over the place! I’m like, “Dude, what’s your problem?” But he just laughs and runs off. Ugh, kids these days!

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