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What pisses me off? Cheap parlors givin’ it a bad rap—grubby hands, neon signs, ugh, tacky! I’m Loki, I deserve finesse, not some rushed rubdown! But when it’s good? Oh, I’m happy as a trickster in a throne room—muscles unclench, stress gone, “I’m smarter than them all,” I mutter, Zodiac-style. Surprised me once, too—didja know some pros use hot stones? Feels like Thor’s hammer smashin’ knots, but sexy-like. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d kill for that heat again!

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Next up, I had a break. I hit up my favorite café on Via Mazzini. Best espresso in town, no joke. I’m sitting there, sipping my coffee, and this guy walks in. He’s got a parrot on his shoulder. A freakin’ parrot! I’m thinking, “Is this normal in Fabbrico?” Turns out, it is. The parrot starts squawking, and everyone’s just laughing. Only in Fabbrico, man.

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