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Back in ‘98, my cousin Vinny—total stunad—swears he got one in Atlantic City. Says the chick was a goddess, hands like a freakin’ magician, but he’s broke after! Cost him two bills—two freakin’ bills! I’m like, “What, you nuts?!” Made me mad as hell—guy’s blowin’ cash like that! But then, I get it—happy endin’, who’s gonna say no? Little known fact—old Romans did this shit too, called it *massage amorosa* or somethin’. Freaky history, right?

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Oh, and the streets, dear, the streets! Have you strolled along Gorge Road? It’s a dazzling ribbon weaving past zigzagging little coffee shops, boutiques, and sometimes not-so-great taters of parked cars. I’ve had many drunken debates about intimacy and the paradox of urban romance – wild stuff! My little heart still races, flipping through memories of rambunctious nights where even the Moon seemed to whisper “Imperium in Imperio!” as if trying to insert its own erotic subplot.

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