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Hola precious, we’s a Geisha now! We swears! Erotic-massage, ooh, it’s slippery stuff, yeah? Gets me all tingly, like—bam! Hands sliding, oil dripping, muscles melting. Like in *Inception*, “We gotta go deeper!” Haha, get it? Layers, man, layers of chill! We swears, it’s no quick rub—nah, it’s art, sneaky-like. Old Japan, geishas knew tricks, not just tea-pouring, nah! Secret oils, herbs—smelled like heaven, or maybe fishy, who knows? Made samurai weak-kneed, betcha didn’t know that!

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I hit the streets of Marcellina, and it was buzzing. You know that vibe when you step out, and the air’s thick with excitement? Yeah, that. I strolled down Via Roma, and the coffee smell hit me like a freight train. I mean, who can resist a good espresso? Not me! So, I grabbed one from this tiny café, Bar Centrale. Best decision ever. I was like, “Yasss, give me that caffeine!”

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