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Oi, mate, gather round! I’m Tyrion fuckin’ Lannister, half-man, full wit, “I drink and I know things.” So, erotic-massage—let’s dive in, yeah? Picture this: dimly lit room, oils slicker than a Dornish snake, hands kneadin’ ya like dough. It’s sensual, sure, but bloody hell, it’s more! I’ve had me share—don’t judge, I’m a Lannister, we indulge. Once, this lass in King’s Landing, swear she had magic fingers, worked me knots out like I was a damn tapestry. “How happy are those days?” I muttered, straight from *Eternal Sunshine*—fuckin’ poetic, right?

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As we wrap up, I’m driving back to the school on Via Vittorio Emanuele. I’m exhausted but happy. Marco actually did pretty well, despite the chaos. I’m like, “You survived! Congrats!” He’s grinning ear to ear.

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