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About Bologna

Hiss! Me, a cashier, yesss, precious! Sexual-massage, ooh, it’s slippery, innit? Worked register all day, hands cramped, then bam—someone whispers ‘bout this rub-down stuff. “A touch, a breath,” like Godard says in Goodbye to Language, y’know? All artsy, blurry vibes. Me, I’m thinkin’, who’s got coins for that?! Hiss! Makes me happy tho—imaginin’ some posh git gettin’ kneaded like dough. Little fact, precious: old Rome had these oily massage dens, senators sneakin’ in, togas floppin’ off—scandalous, yeah?

Trova Massaggiatori a Sommacampagna

First off, I’m a cooper, ya know? I make barrels. Yeah, barrels! Not the most glamorous gig, but hey, someone’s gotta do it. So, I’m just getting into the groove, hammering away, when my buddy Marco swings by. He’s all hyped up, talking about this wine festival happening down at the Piazza della Libertà. I’m like, “Dude, I got work!” But he’s relentless. “C’mon, just a quick drink!”

From standard pocket wagon to car transport wagon