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Me fave movie *Spotlight*—those reporters dug dirt, right? Erotic-massage digs into yer muscles! “We’ve got to show people,” they said—I say, show me them skills! Once got a rubdown meself—hands everywhere, felt like a starfish orgy! Made me happy as a clam, but—argh!—one time this shady parlor charged me triple! Ripped off like Plankton rips recipes! Pissed me off, swear I turned redder than a lobster!

Derrick Wan

So, I’m at Bar Centrale, right? Sippin’ my espresso, and this dude walks in. He’s all frantic, like he just saw a ghost or something. Turns out, he lost his dog. I mean, c’mon, who loses their dog in Montoro? It’s a small place! Anyway, I finish my coffee and decide to help him out. We hit the streets—Via San Francesco, Via dei Fiori, you name it. I’m calling out “Fido!” like I’m some kind of dog whisperer. Spoiler alert: no Fido.