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Funniest ting? Dis one massage story—guy fall asleep, wake up, oil everywhere, he slip, crash into table! Hahaha, I cry laughin! “Life is a mystery,” like Amélie say, and dis erotic-massage? Total mystery! I tink, “Borat, you try dis?” Nah, my wife kill me, she say, “You touch, I chop!” But if I single? Oh yeah, I’d be dere, slippin round, “Very nice!”

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First off, I hit the streets of Cotronei, and let me tell ya, the vibe is unreal. The sun was shining, and I’m like, “Yesss, let’s do this!” I stroll down Via Roma, and it’s buzzing. People everywhere, chatting, laughing, you know, the usual Italian chaos. I grab a coffee at this tiny café, Bar Centrale. Best espresso ever! Like, I could swim in it.

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