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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion fuckin’ Lannister. I drink and I know things, right? So, erotic-massage—let’s dive in, yeah? Picture this: hands slidin’ over skin, oils drippin’, tension meltin’ like a bastard in wildfire. It’s not just rubbin’—it’s art, mate. Art! I saw this flick, *Son of Saul*, fuckin’ grim as hell, and there’s this line, “You’ll survive if you work.” Made me think—erotic-massage is work, sure, but damn, it’s the kind that keeps ya breathin’. Not like shovelin’ dirt in Auschwitz, nah, this is life-givin’, ya feel me?

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Cerano Brothel Italy, Spanking (give), Striptease, Sex in Different Positions, Striptease.

First off, I had to get my hair done. You know, the whole geisha get-up. It’s a process, man. I’m sittin’ there at the salon on Corso Garibaldi, and the lady’s like, “Hold still!” I’m like, “Lady, I’m trying to breathe here!” But whatever, I survived. My hair looked fab, though. Like, I could’ve been in a magazine or something.

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