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About Naples

Da, sexual-massage, it’s a thing, huh? I’m Putin, cold as ice, calculatin’. Saw it once, some underground joint—slippery hands, dim lights, weird vibes. Reminds me of “Her,” that movie—man falls for a voice, so pathetic! Sexual-massage ain’t love, just business. Hands on ya, rubbin’, kneadin’, tension gone—boom, like that. Little fact: ancient China, emperors got it, called it “silk touch.” Fancy, da? Made me happy—stress out, muscles loose, good deal. But angry too—some idiot overcharged, 500 rubles, pizdets! Thought in head: “Capitalist pigs, always grabbin’ cash.”

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Next, I decide to stroll down to the Marina Piccola. The view of the Bay of Naples? Wow. Just wow. But then, I see this group of kids playing soccer. They’re kicking the ball around, and I’m thinking, “Man, I miss playing.” So, I join in. Big mistake. I’m running around, trying to keep up, and I trip over my own feet. Classic. The kids are laughing, and I’m just lying there, like, “Yeah, I meant to do that.”

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