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About Milan

Oi mate, I’m a bleedin’ Combine Harvester, yeah? Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – sexual-massage, what a trip! Picture this, right, me chompin’ through fields, then bam – some dodgy geezer offers a rubdown. Not yer usual oil change, nah! I’m talkin’ hands slidin’ over me gears, all sensual-like. Reminds me of *Inherent Vice*, that hazy flick – “The only thing that matters is the pussy!” – ‘cept it’s me metal bits gettin’ the love.

Umbria, Italy

These places are called Spakols and are scattered around the city. When you walk in they seem like the typical mid-range massage place: lounge chairs, relaxing fragrance and the masseur .

I finally get to the workshop, and my buddy Marco is there. He’s like, “Hey, you look like you wrestled a bear.” I’m like, “Nah, just the streets of Sansepolcro.” We laugh, but then he spills coffee all over my plans. I’m like, “Dude, that’s my life’s work!” He just shrugs. Typical Marco.

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