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I got into this once, right? Dude named Marco – shady little parlor, neon sign flickerin’ like a damn horror flick. Thought it’d be sketchy, but WHOA – surprise hit me like a truck! Hands like a wizard, workin’ knots I didn’t know I had. “You are your own limit!” – that’s me screamin’ in my head, Tony-style. Little-known fact: ancient tantra cats used this – not just for sexy time, but to wake up the spirit. Freaky, huh? Made me happy as hell – tension gone, floatin’ like I’m on a cloud.

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Finally, I get my drink, and I’m feeling good. I stroll down to Piazza della Libertà, soaking in the vibes. The locals are out, chatting, laughing. It’s a whole scene. But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, chasing a soccer ball. He kicks it, and BAM! Right into my leg! I’m like, “Ouch! What the heck, kid?” He just laughs and keeps running. I’m standing there, half mad, half impressed. Kids these days, man.

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