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Clarice… a sexual-massage, huh? Ever tried one? Slippery hands, warm oil, dim lights—pure bliss! I’m no geisha, tho, just a fiend who digs deep. Like in *Let the Right One In*—that quiet tension, bodies close, trust teeterin’ on a blade’s edge. “Do you like me?” Eli whispers—same vibe, right? You’re bare, vulnerable, some stranger kneadin’ your knots. Gets me thinkin’—who’s really in control here?

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Then, I hit up my favorite café on Via Garibaldi. You know the one, right? The one with the best cappuccino in town. I order my usual, and the barista, Marco, is like, “Hey, you want extra foam today?” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not a diva, just give me the coffee!” But he laughs and adds a mountain of foam anyway. I take a sip, and it’s like drinking a cloud. I’m happy, but also slightly annoyed. Like, why can’t I just have a normal coffee?

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