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But yo, some parlors? Sketchy AF. One time, went to this joint—dude offered “extras.” Pissed me off! I’m like, “I ain’t here for that, man!” Stormed out, tires screamin’ like my tractor. Reminds me of Cronenberg’s flick—“How do you live with it?” Guilt, shame, nah—not my bag. I just want the legit rub-down, y’know?

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I keep wandering, and I find this little shop on Via San Giovanni. They sell the best gelato. I’m talking creamy, dreamy goodness. I get a scoop of pistachio, and it’s like a party in my mouth. I’m on cloud nine. But then, I see a kid drop his ice cream. My heart breaks a little. I mean, that’s a tragedy in Troia, right?

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