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Alright, y’all, listen up! Sexual-massage, man, it’s a wild ride. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout it, like George W. Bush—y’know, fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice… uh, won’t get fooled again! It’s all ‘bout them hands, rubbin’ and kneadin’, makin’ folks feel good. Real good. Like, *“Just keep swimmin’!”*—that’s what I’d tell Nemo, ‘cept this ain’t no fish tale. This is grown-up stuff, y’hear?

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Lunchtime rolls around, and I’m starving. I hit up that little pizzeria on Via Cimitile. You know, the one with the best margherita? I order a slice, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m feeling better, but then I see a pigeon steal someone’s lunch. Like, what’s up with that? Pigeons in Cimitile are bold!

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