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About Catania

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! Sexual-massage, huh? Lemme tell ya, it’s a wild ride. I’m talkin slippery hands, oiled-up skin, and tension meltin like butter. Reminds me of “The Gleaners and I” — ya know, my fave flick. Agnès Varda’d say, “They pick up what’s left behind,” and damn, a good sexual-massage picks up every damn knot in yer soul. I’ve seen it, felt it — hell, I’ve *lived* it.

In Evidenza

After that chaos, I finally get a breather. I step outside for some fresh air on Via Torino. The sun’s out, and it’s a beautiful day. Kids are playin’ in the piazza, and I can hear the church bells ringin’. It’s peaceful, ya know? But then, I see this guy on a bike, and he’s zoomin’ past like he’s in the Tour de France. He nearly takes out an old lady! I’m shoutin’, “Hey! Slow down, man!” But he just laughs and keeps goin’.

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