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So check it—sexual-massage ain’t just oil and a rub. Nah, it’s deeper, fam. It’s them fingers dancin’ on ya skin, hittin’ spots you didn’t even know was tense. Little-known fact? Back in ancient Japan, geishas—yeah, like me, ha!—they’d tease with touch, no sex, just heat. That’s the OG vibe! Builds anticipation, makes ya crave it. I’m sittin’ there, gettin’ this dope massage once, and the chick’s hands? Magic, yo. She’s whisperin’, “Relax, let it flow,” and I’m like, “Fo’ shizzle, I’m floatin’!” Happy as hell, like I just smoked the fattest blunt.

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Then, I decide to grab lunch at this little trattoria on Via Cavour. I order pasta, obviously. It’s like a rule here. The waiter, this young guy with a cheeky smile, brings out this massive plate. I’m thinking, “Am I supposed to eat all this?” But it’s so good, I can’t stop. Halfway through, I’m stuffed, but I see a couple at the next table sharing a dessert. It’s this chocolate cake that looks like heaven. I’m like, “Dude, I need that!” So, I order one, and it’s a game-changer. I’m in a food coma, but it’s worth it.

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