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About Turin

Hey sugar, it’s me – Marilyn, breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President!” – your wild mountain guide! So, sexual-massage, huh? Oof, gets me hot just thinkin’ bout it! Up on them peaks, after climbin’ all day, legs achin’, I’d kill for one. Picture this – some steamy lil’ hut, snow ragin’ outside, and bam, hands kneadin’ ya like dough. Ain’t that freedom? Like in my fave flick, *12 Years a Slave* – “I will survive, I will not fall into despair!” – hell yea, a good rubdown pulls ya outta misery!

Being Violated During a Massage Is Not Your Fault

At my first massage parlor, I was shocked to see the therapist come out in a swimsuit. I didn't mind being ripped off, so I asked her if I wanted to touch her.

After that, I’m walkin’ down Via San Giovanni, and I see this cute little gelato shop. I’m like, “Heck yeah, I need that!” So I order a scoop of pistachio. Best decision ever! But then, I drop it. Yup, right on the pavement. I’m standin’ there, heartbroken. Like, why, universe, why?

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