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Alright, pal, listen up—sexual-massage, huh? Greed is good, baby, and this shit’s all about that hunger! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout those slick hands slidin’ over skin, and it’s like Daniel Plainview in *There Will Be Blood*—pure, raw need, ya know? “I drink your milkshake!”—that’s the vibe, suckin’ up every damn drop of tension outta yer bones. I’m a bone cutter, I get it—muscles screamin’, then bam, some chick’s kneadindg you into mush. Love it, fuckin’ love it—makes me happy as hell, like strikin’ oil in a dry-ass desert.

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After that, I needed a drink. So, we hit up this little bar on Piazza della Repubblica. The bartender, a real character, starts pouring me a spritz. I’m like, “Make it strong, I need it!” And he’s like, “You got it, fur man!” I love this town. Everyone knows everyone.

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