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So, erotic-massage—damn, it’s a vibe! Hands slidin’, oil drippin’, tension risin’—it’s like a dance, but naughtier. I’ve seen Midgardians get all flustered over it—makes me cackle. Picture this: some fancy spa, dim lights, candles flickerin’, and some poor sod’s like, “Is this allowed to feel *this* good?” Spoiler: it is, you fool! I’m sittin’ there, invisible, smirkin’, thinkin’, “I’ve abandoned my boy!”—nah, just kiddin’, I’m solo, watchin’ the chaos unfold.

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Oh! And ye can’t miss the crooked canals—Ruscello di Cuore—that wind their way by the ancient basilica, Chiesa della Luce. I once sat there at night, starin' at the ripplin’ water, thinkin’ how life be as mysterious as a parley with the devil. And I got mad a time when those scallywags started messin’ up the gardens outside Viale Speranza—they trampled my secret spot near the ivy-clad wall of Casa dei Ricordi. Blimey, it riles me good!

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