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I’m picturin’ it now—dim lights, some jazzy tune. Hands movin’ slow, like—too slow! “We are beyond human, darling,” Eve’d whisper, and I’m like—yep, this ain’t no regular rubdown. Makes me happy, tho—why not? Feels good, right? But here’s the kicker—some folks pay big bucks, hundreds! For what? A tease? A thrill? I’d be laughin’—or cryin’—if it’s all hype. Once heard a guy say it “healed his soul”—c’mon, buddy, it’s a massage, not Jesus!

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After the auction, I’m walking down Via Cavour, still buzzing from the chaos. I stop by this little café, Bar Pasticceria Sennorese. Best pastries ever! I grab a cannoli, and it’s like a party in my mouth. But then, I spill coffee all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a mess, and the barista just laughs. “You’re a real auctioneer now!” she says. I can’t even be mad.

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