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Alright, mate, listen up—*growling* “You merely adopted the dark.” Me? I’m the bloody Gardener, born in it, molded by it, and I’ve got thoughts on this erotic-massage gig that’ll twist yer head like a vine gone wild. So, erotic-massage—damn, it’s like that slow burn in *Before Sunset*, y’know? Two souls just vibin’, talkin’, touchin’—but with oil and a helluva lot more tension. “We’re just livin’ in the moment,” Jesse’d say, and that’s it, right? That’s the rub—literally. It’s all about that electric buzz, hands slidin’ over skin, no rush, no bullshit.

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So, I’m trying to shake it off, right? I head over to the promenade on Lungomare. It’s packed with people. Families, couples, tourists. I spot this cute little gelato shop. I mean, who can resist gelato? Not me! I get a scoop of pistachio, and it’s like heaven in a cone. But then, I see this guy drop his gelato. Like, full-on faceplant into the pavement. I can’t help but laugh. Sorry, dude, but that was hilarious!

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