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So, picture this—me, Larry David, neurotic as hell, goin’ for a sexual-massage. I walk in, and I’m like, “What’s this gonna be? Some kinda ‘25th Hour’ situation?” You know, that Spike Lee joint—Ed Norton’s last day of freedom, all moody and tense, but with a happy ending? That’s the vibe I’m hopin’ for! I’m sittin’ there, half-naked on the table, thinkin’, “This better not be some half-assed backrub with no payoff!” I’m paranoid, right? What if the masseuse is judgin’ me? “Look at this schmuck, wants his shoulders AND his—well, you know—kneaded!”

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So, I stroll down to Piazza dei Martiri. It’s usually buzzing with life, but today? It’s like a ghost town. I’m like, “Where is everyone?” Turns out, there’s some festival happening on Via Etnea. Of course, I had to miss it. Typical, right?

Figure 1. Surface-fault map of Mt. Etna. Inset: main regional fault...