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D’oh! Alright, erotic-massage, man! Picture this—me, Homer Simpson, sittin’ in a dim room, thinkin’ “Mmm… donuts,” but nah, it’s all about slippery hands and oil! Like, who knew this stuff’s been around forever? Ancient Greeks did it—called it “body rubbin’ for champs” or somethin’. Bet they didn’t have Tarantino flicks back then, tho! Speakin’ of, imagine Lt. Aldo Raine goin’, “We’re in the erotic-massage business now, boys!” Ha! That’d be wild.

First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma. It was like a scene from a movie. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, and I was ready to grab a cappuccino at my fave spot, Bar Centrale. But guess what? The line was longer than my ex’s excuses! I mean, c’mon, it’s just coffee, not a gold bar!

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