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Lemme tell ya, I’m obsessed with “Carlos”—that flick by Olivier Assayas. Sexual-massage fits right in. Carlos’d say, “I’m the one who decides,” but here? You don’t. The masseuse does. She’s got the reins, mate. Power flips—kinda hot, kinda freaky. I saw this dodgy parlor once, neon sign flickering “Massage,” yeah right. Walked in—smelled like cheap lavender and regret. Chick goes, “Happy ending?” I’m like, fuck yeah, why not? “Tonight’s the night.” Got me thinking—Carlos’d blow the place up, too much control lost.

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First off, I’m a cooper, ya know? I make barrels. Yeah, barrels! Not the most glamorous gig, but hey, someone’s gotta do it. So, I’m just getting into the groove, hammering away, when my buddy Marco swings by. He’s all hyped up, talking about this wine festival happening down at the Piazza della Libertà. I’m like, “Dude, I got work!” But he’s relentless. “C’mon, just a quick drink!”

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