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About Rome

I tried it once, alright? Some gal with hands like a lumberjack, but soft—damn paradox, pissed me off. Slipped oil everywhere, smelt like lavender and sin. Felt good, sure, but I’m sittin’ there thinkin’, “This is bullshit, I coulda chopped wood instead.” Then—boom—she hits a spot, and I’m Jordan Belfort yellin’, “The show goes on!” in my head. Surprised me, hated that. Don’t like losin’ control, but fuck, it worked.

Ausflugstipps in Lurate Caccivio

First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma, right? The sun was blazin’, and I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” I’m sweatin’ like a pig already. But hey, I love this town. Lurate-Caccivio’s got that small-town vibe, ya know? Everyone knows everyone, and the coffee at Bar Centrale? To die for!

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