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So, sexual-massage—it’s old as hell. Bet ya didn’t know ancient Greeks were all over it, callin’ it some fancy “massage for the soul” bullshit. Soul, my ass—it’s about gettin’ off, let’s be real! I’m sittin’ here thinkin’, “How do I get me some of that?”—‘cause I deserve it, dammit! Respect my authoritah! And then I’m like, wait, this kinda reminds me of *Amour*, ya know, my fave movie. That old dude, Georges, he’s all gentle with Anne, touchin’ her careful-like when she’s sick. “I’ll take care of you,” he says, all soft and shit. Sexual-massage ain’t that deep, but it’s still hands on, makin’ ya feel alive—or horny, whatever.

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Finally, I corner it near Via Garibaldi. I’m feelin’ like a hero, right? But then, bam! I trip over a crate. I go down hard. My knee hits the cobblestones, and I’m like, “Great, now I’m a ratcatcher with a busted knee.” The rat? It just looks at me like, “You really thought you could catch me?” Then it scurries off. Ugh!

Joseph Devon Hyatt, 69, of Yorktown