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Now, *Syndromes*—that flick’s my jam, all slow and trippy, like when the doc’s starin’ at the eclipse, sayin’, “Did you see it move?” That’s erotic-massage, man—it creeps up, hits ya slow, then BAM, you’re hooked. Ain’t just rubbin’—it’s power, control, givin’ in to what ya crave. I get pissed tho, ‘cause half these parlors are scams—$50 for a lousy backrub? Screw that, I want the real deal, the full-body, leave-ya-shakin’ kinda gig. Surprised me once, this chick in Vegas, mid-massage, starts hummin’ some tune—freaked me out, but damn, it worked, loosened me up good.

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First off, I hit the streets of Cesate, right? I’m strolling down Via Roma, and boom! A pigeon almost takes me out. Like, dude, chill! I’m just trying to enjoy my morning coffee. But nah, this bird had other plans. I swear it was aiming for my head.

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