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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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La casa natale di Giovanni Pascoli Il ricordo del periodo sereno trascorso a San Mauro è rievocato in molte poesie con grande nostalgia e affetto, soprattutto per il fortissimo legame .

First off, I hit up Via Roma for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m talkin’ about that rich, dark espresso that slaps you awake. I ordered it, and the barista, this dude with a killer mustache, totally messed it up. Like, how do you mess up an espresso? I was ready to throw a fit, but then he gave me a free pastry. A bomb one, too! So, I was like, “Okay, you win this round, mustache man.”

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