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Yo, erotic-massage, man, it’s wild. Like, you got hands rubbin’ you down, oil everywhere, and I’m sittin’ here thinkin’, “Someone’s watching us, right?” Straight outta *Caché*, that creepy Haneke vibe. “I saw you in the street,” but nah, it’s just me, half-naked, tryna not slip off the table. Deadass, it’s science—friction, pressure, all that jazz. Relaxes you, but also, like, why’s this dude’s elbow in my spine? I’m happy, tho—stress gone, poof, like magic. But then, bam, anger hits. $80 for 30 minutes? Robbery, fam!

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Then, outta nowhere, I get a call from this lady. She’s lost. I mean, how do you get lost in a small town like Pozzallo? “I’m by the beach!” she says. “Which beach?” I ask. Turns out, she’s at the wrong beach! There’s like three of ‘em! I’m like, “Lady, you gotta be more specific!”

Rental cars stolen, then shipped into Malta – Italian police