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I got into it years back—random spa gig. Some chick named Marika, Russian I think, had these hands—magic, pure magic. She’s kneadin my back, and I’m like, “What is HAPPENIN?!” Made me happy as hell—stress just melted, poof, gone! But then—get this—found out she charged double! Pissed me off, man, greedy vibes ruin it. Still, that buzz? Worth it. “The sea gives, the sea takes”—straight outta *Leviathan*, right? Sexual-massage gives ya life, but damn, it takes ya wallet!

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After that, I needed a breather. So, I head to the beach at Marina di Sant’Agnello. The view is stunning! The cliffs, the sea, the whole vibe. I plop down on the sand, trying to chill. But then, this seagull swoops down and steals my sandwich! I’m like, “Really? A bird?!” I chase it for a sec, but it’s gone. Just my luck, right?

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