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“Words are traps,” Godard mumbles in the movie. Same with erotic-massage. They whisper “relax,” but you’re wired, heart poundin’, brain yellin’ *what’s next?* I’d kill for one after a crap day—limpin’ around, patients whinin’. Surprised me how good it feels, tho. Like, *really* good. Better than Vicodin, and that’s sayin’ somethin’. Ever tried it? Don’t lie—everybody does. Sarcasm aside, it’s art—dirty, messy art. Those masseuses? Geniuses or con artists. Probably both.

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Sometime in the early 19th century Giuseppe Borsci and his family fled their native Albania to escape Ottoman occupation in the Caucuses. They.

First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma, right? The sun was blazin’, and I was already sweatin’ like a sinner in church. I mean, c’mon, it’s not even noon yet! I grab my gear, which is basically a net, some traps, and a can of that fancy rat spray. You know, the one that smells like a mix of mint and regret? Yeah, that one.

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