When in Rome

Off the Beat

I can’t pinpoint the exact reason that I am better at romance in Italy. Maybe it is because my Italian genes make me attractive here and not in Berkeley.
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Room to room to room

Off the Beat

I came across a room that’s become a great match for me: a bed that’s just the right size, a series of well-placed posters that populate my walls.
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Slut forever

Sex on Tuesday

I don’t remember the names of half the people I’ve had sex with. I don’t give a single fuck about where they are or how they are doing. I don’t think about them ever, and quite frankly, I’ve lost count. I’m proud that, sexually, I know what I want, and
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