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About Rome

So, erotic-massage—wot’s the fuss? It’s all handsy, slippery, proper naughty stuff. Not yer nan’s back rub, nah! Think oils, dim lights, some geezer or lass kneadin’ you into a puddle. *Carpe diem*, seize the day, lads! I reckon it’s like *Spring Breakers*—bit of chaos, bit of thrill. “This is the fuckin’ American dream!”—that’s what they’d yell mid-massage, if it went full Korine. Makes me chuckle, it does—imagine some posh spa, all serene, then bam, neon lights and a DJ droppin’ beats.

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But then, just as I’m about to close the deal, the lights flicker. I’m like, “No way! Not now!” The whole place goes dark. Panic ensues. People are shouting, “What’s happening?” I’m just standing there, heart racing. I can’t see a thing!