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Now, fool me once, shame on—uh—shame on you, fool me twice—can’t get fooled again, right? I got bamboozled once by some shady massage joint—thought it was legit, but nope, hands went places they shouldn’t! Made me madder’n a hornet in a hailstorm. But when it’s done right? Hoo boy, it’s smoother’n a baby’s butt! Little known fact: them ancient Romans had sexual-massages in bathhouses—called it "frictio," fancy, huh? Bet they didn’t have no lavender oil neither!

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Next, I’m starving. I head to Via Francesco Mormina. There’s this little trattoria I love. I order pasta alla Norma. It’s like a hug in a bowl. But while I’m eating, this group of tourists comes in, and they’re LOUD. Like, can you not? I’m trying to enjoy my meal! They’re talking about how they “discovered” Scicli. I’m rolling my eyes so hard, I think I might’ve strained something.

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