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But the good bits? Oh, mate, it’s lush—hands dancin’ like Moneypenny flirtin’ at MI6. Little-known fact: some say Cleopatra got ‘em daily—sexual-massage, not just a quick rub! Imagine that, eh? Queen of the Nile, oiled up, livin’ large. Makes me chuckle—bet she’d say, “Shaken, not stirred,” too, winkin’ at her bloke. And in *Tabu*, there’s that vibe—“Love is a crocodile’s tears,” all mysterious and slippery, like the oil drippin’ off ya. Gets me thinkin’, is this massage or a bleedin’ seduction? Bit of both, I reckon—cheeky sod!

Comune di Petilia Policastro

First customer walks in. This dude, I swear, he’s got a face like he just lost a fight with a pizza cutter. He orders a Negroni, but like, he wants it “extra bitter.” I’m like, “Bro, you sure you ain’t just bitter about life?” But whatever, I whip it up. He takes a sip, grimaces, and says, “Too sweet.” I’m like, “Dude, you asked for bitter!”

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