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About Rome

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows shit. So, sexual-massage, eh? I’ve stumbled into some dodgy parlors in my day, let me tell ya. It’s like, half the time you’re thinkin’, “Is this bliss or a bloody trap?” Like in *No Country for Old Men*—that coin toss vibe, y’know? “Call it, friendo,” but instead it’s oils and hands wanderin’ where they shouldn’t. I drink and I know things, and lemme spill this—sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’ backs, it’s a whole game of tension.

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But then, bam! My phone buzzes. My buddy, Marco, texts me. “Dude, meet me at Via Ospedale!” I’m like, “Why? What’s up?” Turns out, he found this hidden gelato place. I’m thinking, “Gelato? Count me in!” So, I rush over, dodging tourists and pigeons like I’m in some kind of obstacle course.

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