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So, these erotic-massage folks, they got skills—little known fact, way back in ancient Rome, they’d mix olive oil with some funky herbs, get ya all slippery and Zen. Made me happy as a pig in mud, thinkin’ bout them toga-wearin’ jokers gettin’ frisky with oil! But lemme tell ya, what ticks me off—when some yahoo thinks it’s just a quick grope fest. Nah, man, it’s art! Takes finesse, not just grabbin’ like a dang monkey.

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Mi sono sempre trovata bene con loro, ho fatto varie cerette e ho trovato un ambiente pulito con delle ragazze dolcissime serie e sopratutto molto brave.

After that, I strolled down to the beach. The sand was hot, like, “Ouch, my feet!” But the view? Oh man, the view! The waves crashing, the sun glistening. I could’ve stayed there forever. But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my sandwich! Like, really? I’m just trying to enjoy my lunch, and you gotta be a thief? I yelled, “Hey! That’s my lunch, ya punk!” But the bird didn’t care. It just flew off, smug as ever.

Fig. 10. The sea front of Lido di Ostia.