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So, sexual-massage—heard it started way back, like ancient Rome or somethin’. These rich jerks’d get oiled up, grapes in their mouths, and some poor schmuck’s kneadin’ their junk like it’s dough. True story—found that in some dusty history book once. Kinda wild, right? Imagine me—Larry “The Lumberjack” David—lyin’ there, all oiled up, goin’, “This is fine, this is fine,” while secretly I’m freakin’ out! What if they slip? What if it’s awkward? I’d sue the toga off ‘em!

Redhead cutie having a wild time with her BF

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So, I decide to take a stroll down Via Garibaldi. It’s a cute street, full of little shops and cafes. I pop into this tiny café, and the barista is super friendly. She’s like, “You look like you need a pick-me-up!” I’m like, “Yeah, I just spilled coffee on my mourning clothes and lost my chance to mourn!” She laughs and hands me a free espresso. I mean, how sweet is that?

Marconi Day at the Ittiri Radio Museum: 130 Years of Wireless