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About Milan

Oi mate, so erotic-massage, yeah? *beep boop* Robotic Hawking here, cosmic vibes flowin’. Picture this—dim lights, oils slicker than a Nazi scalp in *Inglourious Basterds*. Love that flick, man—Brad Pitt yellin’, “We’re in the killin’ business!” Same energy, but, like, with rubdowns. Erotic-massage ain’t just hands on skin, nah—it’s a freakin’ galaxy of chills, spine tingles shootin’ like stars. Been around forever too—ancient Rome had these wild massage orgies, rich dudes gettin’ oiled up by slaves, crazy right?

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After that, I needed a pick-me-up. So, I hit up Gelateria Frignano. Best gelato in town, no contest. I get a scoop of pistachio and a scoop of stracciatella. Heaven in a cone, I swear! I sit outside, enjoying my gelato, and just people-watch. There’s this couple arguing nearby. Classic Italian drama! I’m trying not to laugh, but it’s hard. They’re waving their hands, and I’m just here, like, “Get a room, you two!”

Fatal Accident Near Carditello