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But ooh, surprises! Once, dude walked in—me, naked, screamin’! “What do we stand for?” I yelled—movie vibes! Laughed after, tho—awkward’s funny. Oh, typos—erotic-massge, heh, slippery fingers! Exaggeratin’? Maybe! But them hands kneadin’—feels like a freakin’ throne!

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I hit the library, which is on Via della Libertà. It’s a cozy spot, but today? Ugh. The moment I walked in, I could feel the chaos. Kids everywhere! I swear, they were louder than a rock concert. I love kids, but c’mon! Can we keep it down a notch? I’m trying to organize books here, not host a rave.