Avery Conversano Whore ❤️

About Naples

Once had this chick, right? Masseuse with hands like a freakin angel. She’s rubbin me down, and I’m thinkin, “This is art, man.” Slow strokes, deep presses — got me hard as a rock and floatin at the same time. Little known fact: back in ancient Rome, they’d do this shit with olive oil and a side of orgy. True story! Called it “massage with benefits,” ya dig? Made me happy as a pig in shit, but then — bam! — she charged me double. Pissed me off, man, I was fumin. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I growled in my head, imaginin her boss on a platter.

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Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes again. It’s my buddy Marco. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta see this!” I’m thinking, “Dude, I’m in a meeting!” But curiosity got the better of me. I sneak a peek. Turns out, there’s a street festival happening on Via San Benedetto. I’m like, “Why didn’t I know about this?”

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