Sophie Brisighella Sexual Massage ❤️

About Bologna

Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m Bane, yeah, mountain guide by day, but I’ve got thots on sexual-massage that’ll rattle ya. Up in them peaks, cold as hell, muscles tight, I’ve seen blokes try all sorts—sexual-massage ain’t just some fancy rub-down, nah, it’s primal, raw, like clawin’ through snow for warmth. First time I heard ‘bout it, I was pissed—thought it was some posh spa shite, all candles and whale music. But nah, it’s deeper, darker—like in *Son of Saul*, “The ashes are scattered,” mate, it’s messy, real, human.

MASSAGGI BRISIGHELLA

Indulge in a body treatment, a manicure/pedicure, and a facial at the onsite spa. The on-site restaurant, Via Roma 2, offers breakfast, lunch, dinner, and al.

Next, we hit the gelato shop on Via Cavour. I mean, who can resist gelato, right? I get a scoop of pistachio, and it’s heavenly. But Luca? He’s all about the chocolate. He spills it all over himself. I’m laughing so hard. He looks like a chocolate monster.

Hamilton to receive Lorenzo Bandini trophy