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Sometimes I’m layin there, thinkin—am I weird? Nah, just human, cravin touch. Gets sloppy, oil everywhere, slippery as fuck—hilarious. Masseuse prolly thinks I’m a nutcase, gruntin like Vader. “This is my past,” Boonmee says. Past aches, present rubs—connects, ya know? Exaggeratin? Maybe. But damn, it’s intense—knees shakin, soul floatin. Try it, dude, don’t knock it. Sexual-massage—dark, wild, fuckin beautiful. *heavy breathing* I am your father.

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Then, I decide to treat myself. I swing by this little bakery on Via di Prato. They have the best pastries. I grab a bomb cornetto and a coffee. I’m feeling good again. But as I’m walking out, I trip over a crack in the sidewalk. Classic me, right? I spill coffee all over my shirt. Now I look like a mess.

“Insorgiamo" — History of Workers’ Militancy at Florence’s GKN Factory Collective