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About Rome

So I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout my fave flick, *Timbuktu*—you know, that 2014 gem by Abderrahmane Sissako. Deep shit, man, all about control, freedom, and asses gettin’ wrecked by rules. Sexual-massage fits right in—like, imagine some dude in Timbuktu, sneakin’ off for a rubdown, and the religious nuts roll up screamin’, “This is forbidden!” Hah! “The cow’s tongue is sharp,” they’d say, judgin’ hard, while this guy’s just tryna get his back kneaded—and somethin’ else, heh. Makes me laugh, ‘cause it’s sneaky rebellion, right under their noses!

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The offsprings of mother rats with high or low licking and grooming behavior show, once adult, differences in novelty reaction, in exploratory.

But then, outta nowhere, it started to rain. Like, really rain. I’m talking torrential downpour. I dashed down Via San Francesco, trying to find shelter. I ended up in this little shop selling handmade ceramics. The owner, a sweet old man, was super nice. He offered me a cup of tea while I waited for the rain to stop. I was like, “Dude, you’re a lifesaver!”

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