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So, check it – erotic-massage ain’t just some backrub. Nah, it’s an art, fam! Hands slidin’ over ya, oils smellin’ like heaven, tension meltin’ away. I’m talkin’ bout skilled pros who know every knot, every spot – *raised eyebrow* – “Can you smell what The Rock’s cookin’?” It’s intimate, sure, but classy too, not some shady alley gig. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they had these bathhouses, right? Rich dudes gettin’ oiled up, massaged down – erotic vibes on lock! History’s wild, man.

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So, I’m walking down Via Napoli, and I see this street performer. Dude’s playing the accordion like he’s in a movie. I stop, totally vibing. I toss him a couple of euros, and he gives me this nod like I just made his day. I’m feeling good, you know? But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and poops on my head. Like, seriously? I’m standing there, covered in bird droppings, and I can’t help but laugh. Only in Cellole, right?

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