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Lemme tell ya, sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’—it’s history! Old as dirt. Ancient Rome had it—orgies and oil, baby! They’d slather up gladiators, get ‘em all loose, then bam—happy endin’! True story, look it up. I’m imaginin’ some Roman dude, all sweaty, goin’, “Yeah, this is the life!” Meanwhile, I’m mad—why didn’t I get born back then? Today, it’s all hush-hush, “massage parlors” with winky signs. Sketchy! I went once—total accident, swear—walked in, saw the vibe, and bolted. “I’m not that guy!” I screamed in my head. Heart racin’, palms sweaty—neurotic mess!

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Then, the mood shifts. We get a call about a potential threat. My heart drops. We rush outta there, and I’m scanning the streets like a hawk. Urgnano’s got its charm, but it can get sketchy. We duck into a side alley, and I’m thinking, “This is it. This is how I go down.”

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