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About Palermo

So, erotic-massage—where do I start? It’s all slippery hands and dim lights, proper cheeky stuff. I’ve seen mortals get all flustered, like, “Oh, is this allowed?” Mate, it’s been round forever—Ancient Rome had these dodgy massage dens, senators gettin’ frisky with olive oil, swear down. Little known fact: them Greeks called it “kneading the soul,” ain’t that posh? Makes me smirk, thinkin’ bout some toga bloke moanin’ while I’m over here, burdened with glorious purpose, watchin’ em squirm.

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Next, I swing by the local market on Via Garibaldi. Man, the vibe there is always buzzing! Fresh fruits, veggies, and the smell of homemade pasta. I’m drooling. I grab some tomatoes and basil, thinking I’ll whip up a nice dinner later. But then, I see this guy selling these massive, juicy peaches. I’m like, “I need those!” So, I buy a bunch.

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