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About Turin

So I’m sittin’ there, stressed outta my mind. Tax season’s a bitch, y’know? I’m thinkin’, “I need a break, man.” Then it hits me—why not find a pro? Not like some cheesy rom-com crap, nah, real gritty stuff. Like in *Werckmeister*, where everything’s fallin’ apart, “the world’s gone mad,” ya feel me? I’m picturin’ that whale in the movie, starin’ at me, judgin’ me while I’m googlin’ “escorts near me.” Hilarious, right?

The Salty Bay of Poets

Sexual massage, Tantric massage, Anal Sex (depends on the size), Striptease/Lapdance, Anal Sex (depends on the size).

Then I hit the beach area, and wow, the view! The waves crashing, people sunbathing, and I’m just there, soaking it all in. But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my sandwich! Like, seriously? I’m just tryna enjoy my lunch, and this feathered thief decides it’s his lucky day. I’m yellin’, “Hey! That’s my lunch, ya jerk!” But he just flies off, smug as can be.

Bellissimo! My foodie tour of Liguria