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I tried it once, yeah? Some bird with hands like a bloody octopus—slippery, too keen. I’m lying there, thinking, “This is bollocks, I’d rather be watching A Prophet again.” There’s a line in it, “You’re nothing, you’re nobody!”—felt like that, just a slab of meat getting prodded. Made me angry, that—paying a tenner for some awkward groping? Sod off! But then, right, she hits this spot on me back—crack!—and I’m like, “Blimey, that’s the ticket!” Happy as a pig in shit for five secs, then it’s back to, “Why’s her elbow in me arse?”

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Watch A lady with a sturdy body that is easy to massage seems a little hesitant at first, but she surrenders to the onslaught of erotic massage with a cheer!? She keeps cumming with a Missing: Palestrina.

After that, we wander down Via del Tempio. It’s this beautiful street lined with old buildings. I love the vibe there. You can feel the history, you know? But then, outta nowhere, this old lady starts yelling at us. I think she’s mad about something, but I can’t catch it. I’m just nodding, trying to look polite. She’s waving her hands like she’s conducting an orchestra. I’m like, “Lady, chill! We’re just walking!”

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