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Ain’t all rosy, tho—some pricks think it’s just a quick shag. Nah, fam, it’s art! Slow, sensual, buildin’ that heat. Gets me mad when they disrespect it. Like, bruv, you ain’t rushin’ *Before Sunset*, are ya? You let it breathe! Funniest bit? Mate told me he fell asleep durin’ one—mid-massage, snorin’! I’m like, “You wasteman, how you snooze on that?!”

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First off, I’m just getting settled when this lady storms in. I mean, she’s got that “I’m on a mission” vibe. She’s all decked out in designer shades and a beach cover-up, like she just stepped off a yacht or something. She slams her stuff on the counter—like, lady, chill! It’s just a cashier, not a wrestling match. Anyway, she’s got this fancy gelato from Gelateria La Dolce Vita, and she’s complaining it’s too melty. I’m like, “Uh, it’s gelato, not ice cream, lady!” But I just smile and nod. Customer service, right?

Eugenio Cecconi, painter of the Maremma, on display in Forte dei Marmi