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Still, some creeps ruin it. Sleazy parlors givin it a bad rap — ugh, makes me wanna carve em up. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter, picturin their smug faces. But when it’s done right? Heaven, man. Pro tip: warm oil’s the key, none of that cold crap. And if they throw in a happy endin — well, who’s complainin? “What’s left is what matters,” Varda’d say, and I’m left feelin like a king. So, yeah, sexual-massage? Messy, sexy, fuckin glorious. Try it, ya won’t regret it — or maybe ya will, ha!

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First off, I hit the streets of Ciserano around 8 AM. The sun was shining, and I thought, “Hey, maybe today’s gonna be chill.” I strolled down Via Roma, you know, the main drag. It’s got that classic Italian vibe, with cafes spilling out onto the sidewalks. I grabbed a cappuccino from my fave spot, Bar Centrale. Best coffee in town, no contest. But then, I spilled it all over my shirt! Ugh!

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