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Picture this—I tried it once, swear my shoulders was screamin’ “Nader, why’d you leave?!”—that’s from the movie, y’all! Tightness from haulin’ life’s baggage just—poof—gone! The masseuse? A queen, knew spots I didn’t even know I had. Made me wanna holler, “You get a car!”—cuz damn, she earned it! Little secret? Some pros use feathers—FEATHERS!—to tease ya nerves awake. Who knew ticklin’ could feel *that* good?

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So, I’m caffeine-less and wandering down Via Roma, feeling like a zombie. I bump into this old guy, Signor Giuseppe. He’s always got some wild story about the good ol’ days. Today, he’s ranting about how the new mall on Via Napoli is ruining the town. I mean, I get it. Gentrification sucks. But c’mon, it’s just a mall! He’s waving his hands like he’s conducting an orchestra. I’m half-listening, half-trying to find a place to get my fix.

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