Emma Altamura Whore ❤️

About Palermo

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.

Altamura, Italy - town in Apulia best known for its cathedral

As the day goes on, I head back to the office. I’m feeling a bit better, you know? But then, I get a call from a client. They’re freaking out about some paperwork. I’m like, “Chill, it’s Altamura, not the end of the world!” But they don’t get it. I spend the next hour calming them down.

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