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Here’s a laugh: some prat thinks it’s just foreplay. Nah, it’s a bloody marathon—tantric levels, mate! Little secret? Thailand’s got these hidden parlours—legit legends whisper about ‘em. Felt like I was in that film again, “A monk smiles at the sun,” while I’m melting under her grip. Exaggerating? Maybe, but who cares—I’m bloody buzzing!

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I had to run down to Piazza Garibaldi to find them. It’s a beautiful square, but I was too stressed to appreciate it. I was dodging tourists and their selfie sticks like I was in some kind of obstacle course. Finally, I found them at a café, sipping cappuccinos like they owned the place. I was like, “Hey, guys! Meeting’s over here!” They looked at me like I was crazy. Ugh, so embarrassing.

From Assisi to Philadelphia: U.S. premiere of Italian cantata celebrating the extraordinary life of Hildegard von Bingen