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So, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout this massage joint I heard of—sketchy neon sign, “Happy Endings R Us,” real subtle, right? Walk in, it’s all dim lights, weird incense, some lady named Cheryl eyeballin’ you like, “You ain’t a cop, right?” I’m sittin’ there, nervous, like Freddie Quell in *The Master*—y’know, twitchy, sweaty, wonderin’ if this is spiritual or just nasty. “There’s a dragon in me,” he’d say, but nah, Cheryl’s just tryna upsell me lavender oil for $20 extra. Pissed me off! I’m like, “Cheryl, chill, I ain’t made of cash!”

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After that little mishap, I decide to check out the local market on Via Giuseppe Mazzini. OMG, the food! Fresh mozzarella, ripe tomatoes, and these pastries that look like they were made by angels. I’m drooling, but then I see the prices. I’m like, “What? I didn’t sign up for a second mortgage!” But whatever, I grab a sfogliatella. Worth every cent.

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