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So, lemme ramble—sexual-massage, it’s not yer usual rub-down, no siree. It’s all sensual, steamy, bit naughty—hands sliding about, oils everywhere, proper *carpe diem* stuff! Makes me chuffed as a pig in muck—reminds me of Joy from the film, bouncin’ about, all glee and giggles. Ever tried it? Bloke I knew—swore it sorted his back *and* his soul, ha! Little-known fact: in ancient Rome—*amo, amas, amat*—they had these posh bathhouses, slaves givin’ erotic rubs to senators. True story! Bet they didn’t declare *that* on their taxes—makes me financial brain twitch!

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After that, I grab a gelato at this little shop on Via Roma. Best gelato ever! I’m talkin’ pistachio that makes you wanna dance. I’m sittin’ there, just enjoying life, when suddenly, this seagull swoops down and snatches my cone! Like, what the heck?! I’m left there, mouth agape, like a fool. Seagulls have no chill, I swear.

Castelsardo, Caretta caretta turtle lays eggs at La Madonnina