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Once, I tried it—mate, I was floatin’! Hands on me back, slippin’ down—*cosmic giggle*—thought I’d blast off to Mars! Reminds me of *Boyhood* again—“It’s always right now,” innit? Sexual-massage locks ya in the moment, no past, no future, just slick bliss. Ever tried it? Surprised me how them fingers find spots ya didn’t know were screamin’. Little fact—some say Cleopatra had massage boys on speed dial, gettin’ sensual rubs daily. Queen shit, right?

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I hit the streets of Ittiri, and it was like the universe was throwing me curveballs left and right. I mean, I’m just trying to do my thing, you know? Mourning, being all solemn, and then BAM! I’m walking down Via Roma, and I see this old dude selling pastries. Like, who can resist a good pasticciotto? Not me! So, I grab one, and it’s like a hug in my mouth. But then, I spill coffee all over my black mourning attire. Classic me, right?

Fig. 5. Il tumulo della tomba IV (in primo piano, la piccola tomba X).