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I reckon it’s bloody brilliant—happy vibes all round. Had me a go once, right? Some lass in Lys—gods, those hands! Slidin’ like silk, tension meltin’ away, I was half-pissed on wine, thinkin’, “This beats a battlefield.” But—here’s the kicker—it’s not all roses. Some twits think it’s a free pass to a brothel. Pissed me off, that. It’s art, ya dolts, not a quick shag! Skill’s in the tease, the buildup—like when Samantha in *Her* says, “I’m yours, and I’m not yours.” That’s the vibe—close, but untouchable.

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We decide to grab lunch at this little trattoria on Via Mazzini. The food? To die for! I mean, the pasta was so good, I almost cried. But then, the waiter spills wine all over my shirt. I’m like, “Great, now I smell like a vineyard.”

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