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About Naples

So, picture this, yeah? Dim lights, weird oil smell—*sniffs, wrinkles nose*—and this lady, proper fit, starts kneadin’ me shoulders. *mimes it, elbows flappin’* I’m thinkin’, “Blimey, this ain’t no regular rub!” Sexual-massage, see, it’s sneaky-like. Little known fact, mate—goes back to ancient Rome! Them toga blokes loved it—called it “sensual touchin’” or summat. *nods sagely, trips on air* Made me happy, oh yes! Tension gone, like *poof*! But angry too—why’d no one tell me sooner? *shakes fist, stumbles*

Progresso???

We are going to Progreso in about 2 and a half weeks. I read somewhere but I can't find it that there was a massage for an hour for like $

After a long day, I finally get a break. I rush to that café on Via Garibaldi. I order a cornetto and a cappuccino. Heaven! I sit outside, watchin’ the world go by. Progresso is beautiful, man. The colors, the people, the vibe.

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