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Coupla years back, I heard this wild tale—some fella in Nashville paid big bucks for a “happy endin’” massage, only to find out it was his cousin rubbin’ him down! Lord, I bout died laughin’—and cringin’. Ain’t that a hoot? Keeps ya on yer toes, this stuff. Makes me happy, thinkin’ folks out there bold enough to try it. But I get mad too—some sleazy joints givin’ it a bad name, actin’ like it’s all dirty. Ain’t fair! It’s s’posed to be sweet, intimate—like a secret ya share.

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Finally, around 3 PM, I get a breather. I’m sitting there, scrolling through my phone, when I see a post about the old church on Via San Francesco. They’re doing some renovations, and I’m like, “Man, that place is a gem!” I remember going there as a kid. Good times, good vibes.

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