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Now, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout my favorite movie, *The Turin Horse*, y’all. That slow, dusty ol’ tale—wind howlin’, horse stubborn as me when the coffee machine’s broke. “What use is all this?” that movie asks. And I’m like, shoot, an erotic-massage’d fix that poor farmer right up! Ain’t no horse gonna say no to me if I’m oiled up and feelin’ frisky! Them hands kneadin’ ya back, slidin’ all sensual-like—it’s like the wind in that film, but instead o’ misery, it’s pure bliss blowin’ through ya soul!

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First off, I hit the streets of Lamia, right? I’m talking about the bustling Agios Nikolaos Square. It was packed! Like, where did all these people come from? I mean, it’s a Tuesday, not a festival day! I was just trying to grab a coffee at that little café on the corner of 28th October Street. You know the one? The barista there is a total legend. He makes the best freddo espresso. But today? He was outta beans! Can you believe that? I was like, “Dude, how do you run out of coffee?”

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