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So, I’m layin’ there, right? Oils smellin’ like heaven, hands slidin’ everywhere – EVERYWHERE, man. I’m thinkin’, “Is this a dream within a dream?” Like Cobb spinnin’ that damn top. Had me trippin’! Funniest shit? Dude next door moaned like a freakin’ walrus – nearly lost it laughin’. But real talk, it’s dope – tension’s gone, feelin’ like a champ. Surprised me how them fingers find spots you didn’t know was tight. “I must break you” – hell, they broke ME, in a good way!

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Go from a massage to erotic frangipani flower and in its subtle vanilla foreplay, to sensual love making without scents that will magnify.

When I get back, the place is buzzing. Everyone’s prepping, and I’m just trying to keep my cool. The author shows up, and he’s super chill. We chat about books, and I’m trying not to fangirl too hard. But then, he mentions he’s never been to Catanzaro before. I’m like, “Dude, you’re missing out!” I start rambling about the best spots—the Duomo, the views from the hills, the food. I’m practically selling him a tour package.

Anthony Catanzaro Obituary - The Record/Herald News