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About Bologna

So, sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’ backs. It’s sensual, slow, like oil drippin’ on wood—smooth, deliberate. Little fact: ancient Greeks did this shit! Called it “anatripsis”—fancy, huh? They’d get naked, oily, no shame. Me? I’d be pissed if sawdust stuck durin’ it—scratchy mess! But nah, this is clean, slick, pro vibes.

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Then I decide to stroll down to Piazza della Libertà. It’s a cute little square, but today? It was packed! I mean, like, people everywhere. Kids running around, old folks chatting, and this one guy playing the accordion. I’m not even kidding. It was like a scene from a movie. I’m just trying to enjoy my coffee, and this kid runs by, spills his gelato all over my shoes. Ugh! I was so mad! Like, come on, kid!

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