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Alright, so erotic-massage—where do I start? It’s like, you think it’s all sexy vibes, dim lights, oiled-up hands sliding everywhere, but nah, everybody lies. Half the time it’s some shady parlor with a neon sign screaming “RELAXATION” while the masseuse looks like she’d rather be anywhere else. I mean, I’m a product manager, I see through bullshit—clients lie, devs lie, hell, even my own team lies about deadlines. Same deal here. They promise “happy endings,” but you’re lucky if you don’t end up with a cramp and a $50 bill.

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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.

Man, what a day! I swear, Artena really knows how to throw a curveball. I woke up thinking it’d be just another chill day, ya know? But nah, the universe had other plans.

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