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Man, lemme tell ya, motherfucker, sexual-massage is some wild shit! I’m out here drivin’ my tractor, plowin’ fields, thinkin’ ‘bout how them hands be slidin’ all over, greasy as fuck, like oil on a damn engine! Ain’t no regular rubdown, nah, this shit’s got intent, ya feel me? Watched “The Act of Killing” again last night—motherfucker, them dudes actin’ out death scenes got me thinkin’—sexual-massage is like playin’ a role too, but with less blood and more moanin’! “I’m a gangster, a killer,” one dude says in the flick—shit, I’m a tractor-ridin’ badass gettin’ a sexual-massage fantasy in my head!

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But then, just when I think it’s all chill, the power goes out! I’m standing there in the dark, and I can hear the groans and complaints. I’m like, “C’mon, Oderzo, not now!” But then, Luca starts singing some old Italian song, and everyone joins in. It’s like a scene from a movie. I’m laughing, and I can’t believe how quickly things turned around.

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