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*breathes heavily* I am your father. Erotic-massage, huh? Dark side’s got nothin on this. Slow, ominous vibes—hands slidin, oil drippin. Watched “The Act of Killing” again last night. Those dudes confessin murder, braggin bout it. Erotic-massage ain’t that heavy, but damn—tension’s there. Muscles tight, then bam—release. Little known fact: Ancient Rome had these rubdowns. Senators gettin freaky in bathhouses, toga off, oil on. Makes me laugh, picturin Caesar moanin, “Et tu, masseuse?”

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I'm Ambra, a young, sophisticated Italian companion and secret erotic masseuse, here to bring you an unforgettable experience in the heart of Rome.

But then, out of nowhere, the sky goes dark. Like, what? It was sunny two seconds ago! And then, boom! A downpour. I’m talking torrential rain. Everyone’s scrambling for cover. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m laughing, though, because this day is just too ridiculous.

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