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Oi mate, blimey, what a topic! Erotic-massage, eh? Cor blimey, gets me all flustered. Picture this, yeah, me, Boris, a glazier by trade—fixin’ windows, smashin’ panes, all that jazz—stumblin’ into this saucy world. *Cave felis*, beware the cat, as the Romans’d say! I’m no stranger to a bit of cheeky fun—loved *Spring Breakers*, didn’t I? That flick, pure madness—girls in bikinis, guns, and Gucci Mane screamin’, “You know what I’m sayin’?”—it’s got that wild vibe, like an erotic-massage gone bonkers.

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Anyway, I shake it off. I head over to Villa d’Este. If you haven’t been, you gotta go. The fountains? Epic. I’m walkin’ around, and I swear, I feel like a Roman emperor or somethin’. But then, I see this group of tourists. They’re loud, obnoxious, and one dude is tryin’ to take a selfie with a fountain. He slips and falls right in! I can’t help but laugh. Like, dude, you’re soaked!

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