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About Naples

Well, well, my dear friend, lemme tell ya bout sexual-massage, that slippery lil devil! I’m sittin here, thinkin, it’s like a dance, right? Hands slidin, oil drippin, tension meltin away—ooh, gets me goin! Hannibal Lecter here, y’know, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” and I reckon a good sexual-massage is just as tasty, minus the gore, ha! Watched *Goodbye to Language* again last night—Godard’s a mad genius, “Ideas separate us, dreams bring us together,” he says. Fits perfect, don’t it? Sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin—it’s dreams touchin skin, connectin souls, or at least makin ya feel less pissed off bout life.

Relax yourBody & Soul!

So, I finally get to the woods, right? The air smells like pine and smoke. Perfect for charcoal burning. But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring! Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. I’m standing there, looking like a drowned rat, thinking, “Great, just great.”

Francis Salvatore Miceli