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“Tonight’s the night,” I mutter, thinkin bout Spielberg’s lil robot kid wantin love. Sexual-massage ain’t love, tho – it’s a transaction, a game. Like Gigolo Joe again, “I am programmed to please.” That’s the masseuse, bro – pros at playin ya like a fiddle. Ever tried it? Me neither, but I’d bet it’s a trip. Prolly exaggerate in my head – “Oh Dexter, you’re a god!” Nah, more like, “Pay up, weirdo.”

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So, I’m finally makin’ my way to the arena. The energy is electric. Gladiators everywhere, flexin’ and showin’ off. I’m feelin’ pumped! But then, I overhear this guy talkin’ smack about me. Like, really? I’m standin’ right here! I’m about to confront him when I remember my coach’s advice: “Don’t let ‘em get in your head.” So, I just roll my eyes and walk away.

Ian Davenport in Todi: a dialogue between painting and sculpture in Todi's Hall of Stones