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About Florence

So, erotic-massage—proper one’s rare, yeah? Not them dodgy parlors, nah, real deal’s art. Little fact for ya—Ancient Rome, blokes got oiled up by slaves, kinky bastards! Gets me buzzin’, thinking how they’d smirk, “You’re a coward, Robert Ford,” if ya flinched. Love it when they hit that spot—back’s tingling, legs jelly, pure bliss, innit? But fuck me, some numpties dig nails in—hurts like a bitch! Nearly leapt off the table once, screamin’ “What the fuck?!”

"Wir alle brauchen jemanden, der uns keine Vorwürfe macht."

As I hold a space of unconditional love & acceptance, I invite you to fully surrender, receive & embody your most authentic expression and erotic innocence in order to re-enter the world .

After lunch, I’m feeling adventurous. I wander over to the Parco della Resistenza. It’s beautiful there, man. Trees everywhere, people jogging, dogs running around. I sit on a bench, just soaking it all in. But then, I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m just trying to enjoy my day, and they’re bringing the drama! I’m like, “Get a room, guys!”

Impagnetiello towards the trial with immediate rite, the prosecutors are pressing: "The murder is premeditated"