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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m Bane, yeah, the big bad music editor, and I’m here to rant about sexual-massage. Not that cheesy spa crap, nah, I mean the real vibey stuff—hands sliding, oil dripping, beats thumping low. Picture this: I’m sprawled out, right, like Pocahontas in *The New World*, Terrence Malick’s 2005 gem—my fave, no cap—whispering to myself, “What mystery is this?” as some chick’s hands work my back like she’s tryna tame a beast. Sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’—it’s a damn ritual, bro, primal as hell.

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So, I woke up early, like, way too early. The sun was barely peeking over the hills of Monte di Procida. I thought, “Hey, let’s take a stroll by the sea.” You know, the beautiful coastline along the Lungomare di Bacoli? Yeah, that place is magic. The waves were crashing, and I was feeling all zen. But then, bam! I stepped in a puddle. A big one. My shoes? Soaked. Great start, right?

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