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So anyway, you’re on the table, right? Dim lights, weird flute music—total *Tabu* vibes. “The past is a forbidden fruit,” movie says. Sexual-massage feels like that—taboo, sneaky, but oh-so-temptin’. Your muscles loosen up—cortisol drops, science!—but I’m over here fidgetin’. What if they knead too hard? What if I fart mid-massage? Oh God, the horror! I’d never live it down. Pretty, pretty mortifyin’ thought.

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After that, we move on to some local art. Ceggia’s got some talented folks, let me tell ya. This one piece is a painting of the old church on Piazza della Libertà. It’s stunning! I’m hyped, and the bids start flying. But then, guess who shows up? The lady from before! She’s waving her arms like she’s conducting an orchestra. “That’s my cousin’s work!” I’m like, “Lady, you’re not even bidding!”

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