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About Rome

Once had this chick, right? Masseuse with hands like a freakin angel. She’s rubbin me down, and I’m thinkin, “This is art, man.” Slow strokes, deep presses — got me hard as a rock and floatin at the same time. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d do this shit with olive oil and a side of orgy. True story! Called it “massage with benefits,” ya dig? Made me happy as a pig in shit, but then — bam! — she charged me double. Pissed me off, man, I was fumin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growled in my head, imaginin her boss on a platter.

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So, I’m sitting there, trying to figure out what to do. I pull out my phone, and it’s dead. Of course! I’m about to lose it. But then, my buddy Luca shows up. He’s got a portable charger and a flashlight. I’m like, “Dude, you’re a lifesaver!” We end up cracking jokes in the dark, making fun of how we’re basically trapped in a dental dungeon.

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