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About Bologna

Oi mate, so erotic-massage, yeah? *beep boop* Robotic Hawking here, cosmic vibes flowin’. Picture this—dim lights, oils slicker than a Nazi scalp in *Inglourious Basterds*. Love that flick, man—Brad Pitt yellin’, “We’re in the killin’ business!” Same energy, but, like, with rubdowns. Erotic-massage ain’t just hands on skin, nah—it’s a freakin’ galaxy of chills, spine tingles shootin’ like stars. Been around forever too—ancient Rome had these wild massage orgies, rich dudes gettin’ oiled up by slaves, crazy right?

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After that, I decide to check out the Castello di Lerici. It’s this old castle on a hill, and the view from up there? Wow. I’m snapping pics, feeling all artsy, when I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m thinking, “Dude, you’re in a castle, chill out!” But nope, they’re going at it. I mean, who fights in a castle?

Visting Lerici, Italy with the Superenduro