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So, erotic-massage – not your nan’s backrub, nah! It’s all sensual, slippery, proper naughty. Hands sliding about, bit of oil, bit of cheek – *mea culpa*, I’m a sucker for it! Makes me feel alive, like when Gigolo Joe danced in that film. “What is love?” he asks – well, mate, this is close! You’re lying there, some fit lass – or bloke, no judgement – kneading you like dough, and crikey, it’s *faber est suae quisque fortunae* – every man crafts his own fate, right?

Massaggi erotici a Avellino

After that, I decide to stroll down Via Roma. It’s a beautiful street, lined with shops and all that jazz. I’m window shopping, just vibing, when I hear this commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer doing some insane juggling act. I’m talking knives, fire, the whole shebang. I’m clapping, laughing, and then—WHAM!—one of the knives goes flying! It barely misses this old lady. I swear, her face was priceless. She looked like she’d seen a ghost.

Avellino's Victory Over Turris