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Personal quirk? I’d rather do it myself—control freak, me. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d kill for a massage that’s half as good as Korine’s chaos on screen. Little story—knew a guy, swore his “erotic” sesh ended with him cryin’. Not tears of joy, mind you—dude pulled a muscle. Hilarious, yet sad. That’s erotic-massage for ya—high stakes, sloppy execution. “Spring break forever,” my ass—more like “sprain break forever.” Still, I’m hooked on the idea. Wild, messy, human. Just don’t lie to me ‘bout it, or I’m out.

Massaggi erotici a Trieste

I decide to head to the park, you know, Parcul Central. I need to chill. I sit on a bench, and it’s peaceful for a sec. Then, I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting match. I’m tryin’ to enjoy my day, and they’re just makin’ it awkward. I mean, c’mon, guys! Take it somewhere else!

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