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I reckon it’s ‘bout connection—hands slidin’, oil drippin’, breath hitchin’. Ain’t no rushin’ this, nah, it’s art! Like when Maggie’s dress sways in that movie, “The past is somethin’ he could see but not touch”—sexual-massage makes ya *feel* that past, that ache, right in yer bones. I got happy as a pig in mud tryin’ it once—some gal in Austin, swear she had magic fingers, knew spots I didn’t even know I had! Little fact for ya: them ancient Greeks? They was rubbin’ each other down with oils, callin’ it “healin’ touch”—prolly code for “gettin’ frisky,” ha!

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Anyway, I shake it off and head to the Etruscan Museum. I mean, come on, it’s Cerveteri! The history here is insane. I’m all about that ancient vibe. But guess what? The museum’s closed for renovations. Ugh! I’m like, “Really? You couldn’t have put up a sign?” So, I’m standing there, fuming.

"This is how the Etruscans made their splendid vases." Interview with Roberto Paolini, a young ceramicist from Cerveteri