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Oi, mate, it’s me, Elon—yeah, the Musk-man. So, sexual-massage, huh? Wild stuff, straight outta some sci-fi wet dream. Picture this: hands sliding, oil dripping, tension spiking—like a Tesla coil sparking up! I’m all about pushing boundaries, right? This ain’t just a rubdown—it’s a freakin’ neural net of pleasure signals. Reminds me of *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*—that gritty Romanian flick I’m obsessed with. “Be careful who you trust,” Otilia says. Same vibe here—gotta pick your masseuse like you pick a launch crew. One wrong move, and boom, mission aborted!

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So, I decide to stroll down to the harbor. Trapani’s got this beautiful port, right? The boats bobbin’ in the water, the salty breeze—it’s all good vibes. But then, I see this seagull. And not just any seagull. This one’s like a feathered demon. It swoops down and snatches my cornetto right outta my hand! I’m standin’ there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?” I swear, I could hear it cacklin’ as it flew away.

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