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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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After a few hours of dealing with emails and reports, I decide I need a break. I head out to the park at Parco della Madonnetta. It’s a beautiful spot, with trees and a little pond. I sit on a bench, trying to chill. But then, I see this kid flying a kite. And I’m like, “Wow, I haven’t seen that in ages!” It’s such a simple joy, right? But then the kite gets stuck in a tree. Classic. The kid starts crying, and I’m like, “C’mon, it’s just a kite!” But I feel for him.

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