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About Milan

Little factoid for ya—Victorians, prudish twats, secretly loved “massage parlors.” Hypocrites! Hid it behind “medical treatment”—wink, nudge. Makes me wanna slap a lord. But here’s the kicker: done right, erotic-massage hits nerves you didn’t know existed. Mate o’ mine swore it “unlocked his chi.” Chi my arse—he just liked the view. Still, I get it—tension melts, you’re floatin’, like Alfred patchin’ up Batman after a brawl. “Why do we fall, sir?” To get rubbed up proper, ya git!

Erotic Meetup Castel Volturno

So, I hit the streets, right? First stop, Via Domitiana. It’s like the main drag here. Cars zooming by, people hustling. I’m just trying to grab a coffee at this little café, Bar Centrale. The barista, this dude named Marco, is always super chill. But today? He spills my espresso all over the counter! I’m like, “Dude, c’mon!” But he just laughs it off. I mean, I get it, we all have those days.

Unexpected Collapse at Holiday Gathering