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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m yer Combine Harvester, but call me Hannibal, alright? Sexual-massage, huh? Oh, I got thoghts, juicy ones! Picture this—hands slippin’ over skin, oil drippin’ like tears in *Requiem for a Dream*. “I’m somebody now, Harry!”—that’s what it feels like, ya know? That rush, that power! I saw this chick once, right, in some shady parlor—tiny lil’ thing, hands like a goddamn vice. She kneaded this guy’s back, and I swear, he moaned like Tyrone losin’ his stash. Made me laugh, fuckin’ hilarious!

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Nice sauna and discreet relaxation room, but with people coming and going waiting for massages or to enter the cave. Read more. Google.

But then, I get a call from my mom. She’s like, “Did you eat? Are you taking care of yourself?” I’m like, “Mom, I’m in Sant-Egidio! I’m living the dream!” But I love her for worrying.

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