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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout erotic-massage, oh boy! Picture this – steamy room, dim lights, hands slidin’ everywhere. It’s like *Mulholland Drive*, ya know? “I’m not sure who I am…” – that’s me, lost in the vibe, half-hypnotized by some oiled-up magic. Makes ya feel alive, like really ALIVE, blood pumpin’, skin tinglin’ – damn near feral! Used to piss me off, tho – shady parlors, sketchy dudes, overpriced crap. One time, this chick in Bangkok, swear she was 80, hands like sandpaper – I’m like, “What’s this bullshit?!” But then, Clarice… when it’s good? Heaven. Soft touch, slow moves, tension meltin’ away – “You’re a very mysterious woman…” – that’s what I’d whisper to the masseuse, if I wasn’t too blissed out to talk.

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So, I head to my post. I’m stationed near the port, right? The smell of the sea hits me. It’s a mix of fish and... well, let’s just say it’s not the best perfume. But I love it. Torre-Annunziata’s got that gritty charm. The boats are rockin’, and I’m just chillin’, watchin’ the world go by.

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