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About Rome

So, erotic-massage—shit’s ancient, yo. Goes back to them freaky-ass Romans. They’d rub oil on each other, get all slick ‘n’ nasty. Little known fact: they called it “unctio,” some fancy Latin crap. Me? I’d call it greasy fuckin’ foreplay, hah! Imagine some toga-wearin’ dude, hands slidin’ everywhere—fuckin’ wild. Gets me hyped just thinkin’ ‘bout it! But yo, it ain’t just horny history—there’s technique, motherfucker. Them masseuses? They know spots you didn’t even know you had. Like, bam—nerve endings lightin’ up, body screamin’, “What the fuck?!”

Monfalcone​

This is how I see Monfalcone. -> A great hub linking south west of Slovenia and many beautiful cities in the north east of Italy. I, for instance, leave my car in the parking lot of the Monfalcone Missing: brothel.

As I’m packin’ up, I hear the church bells from Chiesa di San Giovanni. It’s like a reminder that life’s a mix of chaos and calm. I step outside, take a deep breath, and just smile. Monfalcone, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart.

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