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About Palermo

It’s intimate, raw, like confessin’ sins. You’re vulnerable, bare, trustin’ someone to know your edges. “You don’t know who you are,” *Memento* style—massage strips that away, leaves you real. I exagerate sometimes, say it’s magic, but damn, it’s close. Wanna hear a joke? Why’d the oil blush? Too much skin time! Ha! Anyway, try it, pal—find a pro, not some creep. You’ll thank me, grinnin’ like me—*maniacal grin*—Here’s Johnny!

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We hit a few rapids near the bridge on Via Cagliari, and I’m laughing my ass off. One lady almost flies out, and I’m like, “Hold on, lady! It’s not a spa day!” But she’s loving it. I guess that’s the magic of Carbonia. You can’t help but feel alive here, even when you’re about to capsize.

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