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But real talk, it’s tricky—boundaries, consent, gotta be crystal clear. One time, heard this shady parlor story—guy thought “massage” meant “happy ending,” got slapped silly. Laughed my ass off—dumbass deserved it! Me, I’m quirky, picturin Malick filmin this—slow-mo oil drips, whisperin, “What’s this for?” Prolly exaggerate how good it feels—like, I’m basically levitatin, call me Tina Fey, Goddess of Snark! “I can see Russia”—and Putin’s jealous of my glow!

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But then, just as I’m about to head home, I bump into my buddy Marco. He’s all hyped up about this new pizza place on Via Roma. I’m like, “Dude, I just had coffee!” But Marco’s relentless. “C’mon, it’s the best pizza ever!” So, I’m thinking, why not? I could use a slice of happiness.