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Yo, what’s good, fam? I’m Snoop Dogg, your chill-ass Typhlopedagogue, droppin’ knowledge on erotic-massage, fo’ shizzle. Man, this shit’s wild—hands slidin’, oils drippin’, tension meltin’ like butter on a hot skillet. Ain’t just rubbin’ backs, nah, it’s deeper, like Buscapé tryna dodge bullets in *City of God*. “Rocket, stay cool,” I’d tell myself, watchin’ them massage masters work it. Ain’t no amateur hour—pro moves, smooth as a pimp’s strut.

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But then, I’m walkin’ back, and I trip on a cobblestone. Classic Chieti, right? These streets are ancient, but come on! I’m not a parkour expert! I land right in front of a café, and everyone’s lookin’ at me like I just did a magic trick. I laugh it off, but inside, I’m like, “Great, now I’m the clumsy tourist.”

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