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Hmm, sexual-massage, you ask? Wise, I am, as Yoda, hmm! Fear leads to anger… anger at them high prices, man! 200 creds for a rubdown? Robbery, it is! But happy, I get, when it’s done right—ooh, them hands, magic they are! Like in *Leviathan*, “Truth is a bitter pill,” yeah? Truth is, sexual-massage ain’t just naughty fun—it’s old as dirt, legit therapy too! Ancient Greeks, they did it, called it “anatripsis”—fancy, huh? Rubbin’ to heal, not just to tease!

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After what feels like an eternity, I finally escape. I rush to meet the client at the park near Piazza della Repubblica. It’s a beautiful spot, but I’m a hot mess. I’m sweating, hair’s all over the place. I hand over the violin, and the client’s face lights up. “It’s perfect!” they say. I’m like, “Yeah, totally nailed it!”

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