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About Florence

So, you’re lyin’ there, right, starkers, some stranger’s paws all over ya—bit weird, innit? Like in *Caché*, “What’s behind the curtain?”—ya don’t know who’s watchin’! I’d say it’s intimate, sensual—like a dance, but horizontal, ha! Exaggeratin’ a tad, maybe, but it’s *faber suae quisque fortunae*—every man’s the blacksmith of his own fate, so why not enjoy a knead? Once had one meself—therapist was a brick shithouse, hands like hams, nearly broke me spine—cried “Blimey, ease up!” but felt reborn after, proper *deus ex machina* moment.

Massagem por casal em Settimo San Pietro

So, I roll outta bed, right? It’s like 7 AM, and I’m already feelin’ the weight of the world. I’m a shooter, you know, security and all that jazz. But today? Today was a whole different beast. I grab my gear, head out, and the sun’s shining like it’s tryin’ to blind me.

Muravera, thousands of people at the Citrus Festival