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About Florence

So, sexual-massage—it’s this wild mix, right? Hands slidin’, oils drippin’, and I’m like, “Is this allowed to feel *this* good?” I get happy—oh, so happy—when they hit that spot, y’know, the one you didn’t even know was screamin’. But then—anger! Some bozo therapist goes too fast, like, “Slow down, pal, this ain’t a race!” I’m payin’ for the full hour, not a sprint! Surprised me once—didja know in ancient Rome, they had these “massage parlors” too? Rich dudes gettin’ oiled up by slaves—wild, right? True story, look it up.

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So, I decide to explore a bit. I wander down to the Castello di Vignola. It’s this stunning castle, all ancient and majestic. I’m standing there, looking up, and I’m like, “Wow, this place has seen some stuff.” I can’t help but snap a few pics. Gotta show the folks back home, right?

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