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And the movie, man, “The New World,” that line, “Who are you who loves?” keeps haunting me. In sexual-massage, it’s the same vibe, right? You’re vulnerable, exposed, and someone’s touching you in ways that aren’t just, like, “Hey, your shoulders are tight.” It’s intimate, too intimate sometimes! I mean, I once heard a story—true story!—about a guy in Thailand who went for a “special massage” and ended up with a happy ending he didn’t even ask for. He was so shocked he tipped extra out of guilt! What is wrong with people? That makes me angry, like, c’mon, have some boundaries!

TEMPORARILY CLOSED

So, I finally get the furnace to cooperate. I’m feelin’ like a hero, right? But then, I step outside for a breather. And what do I see? A parade! Right down Corso del Popolo. I mean, who doesn’t love a parade? But it’s packed! I can’t even see the floats. Just a sea of heads. I’m like, “Great, now I’m stuck here.”

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