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About Palermo

Sometimes I wonder – am I the client or the droid? They knead me, I’m putty. Sarcasm kicks in: “Oh great, another overpriced backrub.” But nah, it’s dope. Keeps the dark side chill. So yeah, sexual-massage – my kinda rebellion. Try it, kid – “It’s more real than you know.” *Heavy breathing fades*

Massaggi erotici a Avellino

After that, I decide to stroll down Via Roma. It’s a beautiful street, lined with shops and all that jazz. I’m window shopping, just vibing, when I hear this commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer doing some insane juggling act. I’m talking knives, fire, the whole shebang. I’m clapping, laughing, and then—WHAM!—one of the knives goes flying! It barely misses this old lady. I swear, her face was priceless. She looked like she’d seen a ghost.

Avellino's Victory Over Turris