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So, sexual-massage—it’s old as dirt. Ancient Rome had these “massage parlors,” wink-wink, where senators got their togas in a twist. Little known fact: Japan’s got this soapland gig—girls slather you in suds, slide all over, fuckin’ wild! I tried it once—holy shit, slippery as hell, nearly broke my damn neck, but damn, I was HAPPY. Like, “We’re alive, we’re alive!”—straight outta the movie, that rush of survival, but hornier.

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I finally make it to the office, and it’s chaos. My coworker, Marco, is on the phone, yelling about some delivery mix-up. Apparently, the new office chairs are stuck somewhere on Via Cristoforo Colombo. I’m like, “Dude, just sit on the floor! It’s fine!” But no, he’s all dramatic about it.

Italy sees wartime-era stress at hospitals — and cemeteries