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Pro tip: it’s all ‘bout consent, fam. No sketchy shit—keep it real, keep it hot. Fave part? When the masseuse just *knows*—like, “I’m not a mark, I’m a spark!” Straight outta *Inception*, controllin’ the vibe. Oh, and fun fact: some spots use heated stones—on your junk! Burned my ass once, figuratively—hilarious disaster, 10/10.

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Then, I decide to grab some lunch at this little trattoria on Via Giuseppe Mazzini. I order pasta, obviously. And let me tell you, it was heavenly. I’m talking about the kind of pasta that makes you wanna cry. I’m sitting there, enjoying my meal, when suddenly, the power goes out. Like, what? In the middle of my pasta bliss? I’m ready to throw hands. But the staff just laughs it off, lighting candles. It’s kinda romantic, actually.

A revised landslide inventory of the Campania region (Italy)