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So, here’s the deal—sexual-massage, it’s old as dirt. Ancient Rome had these oily rubdowns, senators gettin’ freaky with slaves, callin’ it “therapy.” Ha! Therapy my ass—greed is good, and they knew it. Fast forward, I tried one in Bangkok once—lady had hands like a goddamn ninja, swear she unlocked my spine *and* my soul. Made me happy as hell, but pissed me off too—why ain’t this legal everywhere? Puritans, man, they fuck up everything. Little fact for ya—Japan’s got this thing, “nuru,” slimey seaweed gel, slippery as shit—sounds weird, feels like heaven. Surprised me first time, thought I’d slide off the damn table!

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts rainin’. Like, seriously? I’m in Cagliari, not London! I dash down Via Garibaldi, tryin’ to find cover. I’m soaked, lookin’ like a drowned rat. I’m cursing the weather, like, “C’mon, give me a break!”

Cagliari, the return of Sant'Efisio to Stampace: the vote has been dissolved