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But—oh ho!—gotta watch out, some places, dodgy as a No-Face offerin’ you gold. Once went to this joint—grubby, smelled like old socks—made me madder than a bag of ferrets! “This is my bathhouse!” I wanted to yell, like Yubaba, but nah, just legged it out. Total shambles. Still, when it’s good, it’s *bloody* good—tension melts, you’re floatin’, happier than a toff at a tax cut. Ever tried it with scented oils? Lavender, mate—smells like Zeniba’s cottage, calms the ol’ bonce right down.

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In these places you get presented a good selection between around 5 and 30 girls to choose from. There is simply no other comparable place where you can just look at several young and .

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I run for cover under this awning on Via della Libertà, and I’m just standing there, laughing at the absurdity of it all. Pellaro, you’re a trip!

Mary Leoni Obituary June 5, 2015