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Sexual-massage ain’t just handsy nonsense, tho. It’s old—ancient, even. Egyptians did it, hieroglyphs showin’ pharaohs gettin’ oiled up. Bet they didn’t have my charm, “shaken, not stirred,” eh? Gets the blood pumpin’, muscles loose—happy as a pig in muck. Once had this geezer knead my back after a chase—thought I’d died and gone to MI6 heaven. “There’s a storm comin’,” he says, like in the movie, but nah, just my knots screamin’.

Massaggi erotici Boscoreale

massage, meet with friends or colleagues, read a book, stroll in a sexual passion. (known in Roman mythology as Venus); Pan, the half-man, half-goat.

So, I rush over to his place on Via Giuseppe Mazzini. I’m dodging cars like I’m in a video game. Boscoreale traffic is no joke! I finally get there, and Marco’s pacing like a caged animal. I sit him down, and we go over his portfolio. Turns out, he just needs to chill and ride it out. I mean, who doesn’t love a good rollercoaster, right?

AN AUTUMN EVENING AT POMPEII