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I seen it, man, behind the counter—dudes comin’ in, twitchy, askin’ for lotion, eyes all shifty. One time, this chick, smelled like lavender, dropped a $20, winked, said, “Keep it loose, cashier.” Made me happy as hell—thought she was hintin’ at somethin’. Nah, just a tip, but my mind? Fuckin’ racin’—sexual-massage vibes everywhere! Reminds me of Llewyn, singin’ “Hang me, oh hang me,” ‘cept I’m beggin’ for hands, not a noose.

I didn't think I was a prude, then I had a massage in Croatia

At the end of the second day, my friend Barb and I decided to treat ourselves to a massage in our hotel, a five-star beauty in the small coastal.

Later, I strolled down to the old town. The architecture is insane! I mean, the buildings are like, centuries old. I felt like I was walking through a postcard. I stopped by the Church of St. Euphemia. The tower is so tall, it’s like it’s trying to touch the sky. I climbed up, and the view? Wow. Just wow. Rovinj looked like a painting.

Incredible new £3.7m ferry to connect Italian port city to Croatian coast this summer