Ivy Sannazzaro De Burgondi Erotic Massage ❤️❤️

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Now, listen—I’ve sniffed out some secrets ‘bout this, ‘cos I’m Loki, innit? Did ya know—ancient Egypt had erotic-massage rituals? Yeah, pharaohs gettin’ oiled up, proper saucy—slaves rubbin’ ‘em down with lotus oil! Bet Cleo loved that, smirkin’ like me. Makes me happy thinkin’ ‘bout it—luxury, power, sneaky hands—what’s not to love? Tho, I got mad once—some prat botched my massage, all rough, no finesse—felt like a bloody wrestling match! “I’ve seen worse,” I muttered, channeling Claire Denis vibes, but nah, I deserved better, didn’t I?

Back to work, and I’m trying to focus. But my mind keeps wandering. I think about the streets of Sannazzaro—like Via Garibaldi, where all the shops are. I love that street! It’s got this vibe, you know? People chatting, kids playing, life happening.

‘Ball of fire’ at the Sannazzaro de' Burgondi refinery near Milan