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Last week, I tried it—sketchy parlor downtown. Neon sign blinkin “Massage,” but ya know it’s more. Walked in, smellin like lavender and bad decisions. Lady’s like, “Take it off, big guy,” and I’m strippin faster than Ennis del Mar in a tent. “I can’t quit you,” I mutter, half-jokin, half-hopin she don’t hear. She starts, hands strong as hell—lumberjack approved. Then it gets weird—good weird. Fingers dancin near my ass, I’m like, “Oi, that’s new!” Felt like choppin wood but backwards—relief, not work. Got me happy as a pig in mud, but also pissed—why’d I wait so long?

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Now I’m just wandering around, feeling sorry for myself. I end up at the lookout point by the castle. The view is insane! The sea, the hills, everything. I take a deep breath, and for a moment, I forget about the gelato disaster. But then I see a couple taking selfies, and I’m like, “Ugh, get a room!” I mean, can’t people just enjoy the view without documenting every second?

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