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Back in ‘82, Mr. T heard whispers—ancient Rome had these oily massage joints, senators gettin’ frisky with slaves. Freaky, right? Blows my mind! Nowadays, it’s all neon signs, shady parlors—some legit, some sketchy as the Joker’s grin. Mr. T digs the real deal—dim lights, warm oil, that slow tease makin’ ya tingle. Gets me hyped, like Heath Ledger’s “Wanna know how I got these scars?” energy.

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So, I’m walking down Via Roma, and I see this old lady selling fresh produce. I love her! She’s got the best tomatoes. I grab a couple, and she starts telling me about her garden. I’m like, “Lady, I just wanted tomatoes, not a life story!” But she’s sweet, so I listen. She’s got more energy than me, and I’m half her age!

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