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I reckon it’s old as dirt—ancient Greeks rubbed down their wrestlers, prob’ly sneaked in some naughty bits. Bet they didn’t tell the scribes! Me, I’d rather drink—less mess, more fun. Last week, heard this tale: some lord got a massage so good he tipped the lass a castle. A castle! Fella’s daft—coulda bought a winery. Made me angry—wasted gold—and happy—idiots exist everywhere. “I’m not a real boy,” says Gigolo Joe in *A.I.*, and these massage parlors? Not real love either—just a quick fumble dressed up fancy.

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So, I’m feeling a bit embarrassed, but whatever. I keep walking. I head towards the Parco di San Lussorio. It’s beautiful there, man. Trees everywhere, kids playing. I sit on a bench, trying to chill. But then, this kid runs by, and his ball hits me right in the leg. I’m like, “Dude, watch it!” He just laughs and runs off. Kids these days, no respect.

Najibe Zaher died in Viale Marconi, pain in Selargius on the day of the ancient wedding celebration