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So, check this—sexual-massage ain’t just horny back rubs. Nah, it’s old as dirt. Ancient Greeks? They was on it. Called it “friction therapy”—fancy, right? Rubbin’ olive oil on dudes after wrestlin’. Bet they was like, “No face, no name, no shame!” Straight up gladiator spa day. Then Rome flipped it—orgy vibes, togas optional. Messed up, but I’m here for it.

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Brothel, Kamasutra, Kissing if good chemistry, Rimming (take), Kissing if good chemistry.

Then, I get a call from my buddy Marco. He’s at the bar on Piazza della Repubblica, sayin’ they got this new espresso machine. I’m like, “Dude, I’m workin’!” But the thought of that rich coffee? Ugh, I can’t resist. So, I tell Rossi to chill and dash over.

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