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Me? I’m obsessed, right? Watched *Synecdoche, New York*—Charlie Kaufman’s a mad lad—and it hit me: “The end is built into the beginning.” Sexual-massage is that, fam! Starts all chill, then bam— fireworks, tension’s gone, you’re floatin’. Gets me all giddy, like I’ve cracked some evil code. But—ugh—some creeps out there ruin it. Pushy weirdos who don’t get “no.” Makes me wanna zap ‘em with my laser—*pinky-to-mouth*—“One million dollars!”—and poof, they’re toast.

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So, I finally get up and keep exploring. I hit up the local market on Via Della Libertà. Fresh produce everywhere! I grab some tomatoes, and let me tell you, they’re like little red gems. I’m chatting with this sweet old lady selling them. She’s got this thick accent, and I can barely understand her, but she’s so animated! She starts telling me about her secret tomato sauce recipe. I’m all ears, but then she suddenly yells at a kid for running too close to her stand. I’m like, “Whoa, lady, chill!” But it’s all in good fun, I guess.

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