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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, and I hate everything. Erotic-massage? Pfft, just fancy rubbin’ with extra steps. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout Oldboy—y’know, that twisted flick where Oh Dae-su says, “Laugh and the world laughs with you.” Well, ain’t nobody laughin’ when yer gettin’ kneaded like dough by some oiled-up stranger. I tried it once, okay? Once! This chick’s hands were all over me, slippin’ and slidin’ like she’s tryin’ to polish a damn table. Made me madder than a badger in a trap—felt like I was betrayin’ my own skin.

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A couple times a year, I treat myself to a massage at the spa in the Ayres hotel and it's totally worth the money! 3 mos. 5.

First thing, I grab my coffee from that little bar on Piazza della Repubblica. You know the one? The one with the best arancini in town. I’m chattin’ with the barista, Marco. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s goin’ on about a cat that stole his sandwich. I’m like, “Dude, it’s a cat, not a mobster!” We both crack up.

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