Isabella Piano Di Sorrento Sexual Massage ❤️❤️❤️

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Me, I’m plowin’ fields all day, back’s knackered. Sexual-massage? Fuckin’ heaven, mate! Some chick in Bali—true story—used hot stones. Stones! Thought I’d melt like a bleedin’ candle. “Sharon!” Mumbled incoherence, she didn’t get it, kept goin’. Felt like Rocket dodgin’ bullets, y’know? Little known fact—ancient Greeks did this shit. Called it “anatripsis,” posh twats. Rubbin’ down soldiers after battles—fuckin’ hardcore!

HR Hotel & Spa

Don't go if you are looking for a traditional spa experience. The facility is cute and the receptionist was nice. I requested a 90 minute “deep tissue” massage.

So, I finally get to the office, and my phone’s blowing up. My boss, Maria, is like, “Where are you?” I’m like, “Chill, I’m here!” But she’s in a mood. Turns out, she’s been dealing with some drama over at the marina. Apparently, some boat tour got canceled, and now all the tourists are flipping out. I mean, who wouldn’t? You come all the way to Piano-di-Sorrento, and you can’t even see the coast? That’s like going to Rome and missing the Colosseum. Just wrong.

Sant’Agnello