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So, sexual-massage—wot’s the score? It’s hands roamin’ like me crew after rum, but slower, aye, teasin’. Starts all legit-like—oil, candles, some poor sod’s tense shoulders. Then—BAM—fingers dance where the sun don’t shine, savvy? Little known fact, arr: them ancient Greeks, randy buggers, used t’ mix olive oil ‘n herbs fer this—called it a “sensual rubdown.” Prolly wrestled naked after, knowin’ them! Me, I’d be hollerin’, “This be the trick, mates—t’ steal tension *and* a grin!”

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I’m fuming, but whatever. I decide to hit the market on Piazza XX Settembre. You know, the one with all the fresh produce? I’m wanderin’ around, and I spot this vendor sellin’ the juiciest peaches. I’m like, “Gimme those!” But then, I trip over a crate. Classic me, right? I go down, peaches flyin’ everywhere. I’m sprawled out on the ground, and everyone’s laughin’. I can’t help but laugh too. It’s just too ridiculous.

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