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*heavy breathing* I am your father. Sexual-massage, huh? Dark side’s got nothin on this. Watched “Uncle Boonmee” last night—friggin trippy, man. That dude floatin thru lives, past vibes mixin with now. Sexual-massage is like that—hands slidin, energy flowin, weirdly deep. Used to think it was just horny dudes in sketchy parlors. Nah, it’s old as shit—ancient China, India, healers rubbin folks to fix em. Blew my mind, legit. *slow exhale* “The forest is alive,” Boonmee says. Same with this—skin’s alive, nerves hummin, wild stuff.

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So, I keep walking, and I hit up the market at Piazza della Repubblica. Fresh fruits, veggies, and all that good stuff. I’m eyeing these juicy tomatoes, and this old lady starts chatting me up. She’s like, “You gotta try these, they’re the best!” I’m thinking, “Lady, I’m not here for a cooking lesson.” But I buy a few anyway. Can’t resist the charm of Paliano’s locals.

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