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About Rome

Once heard this story—some lady in France, 1700s, ran a secret massage joint, nobles sneakin’ in for “happy endings.” Got busted, but she laughed, said, “Pleasure’s my rebellion!” That’s the spirit! Me, I’d say it’s like dancin’ with yer own soul, all sensual and free. Billionaires should not exist, hoardin’ wealth while we’re scared to feel good—screw that!

Facilities

If you want to have quick and easy sex in Jakarta, the “massage parlors” are the best and most discrete place to go.

First off, I’m on my way to work, and I stroll down Via Roma. It’s this cute lil’ street, all cobblestones and whitewashed buildings. I’m vibin’, but then BAM! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, seriously? Thanks, nature. I’m already late, and now I’m a walking target for bird droppings. Great start, huh?

Inside the luxurious £500-a-night Italian hotel which converted its 300-year-old wine cellar into a private ro