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About Essen

So, erotic-massage—here’s the deal. It’s hands, oil, and tension. Not the "axe in the log" tension. The *other* kind. You walk in, all stiff—ha, pun intended—and some chick’s like, “Relax, big guy.” Relax? I’m a lumberjack, lady, I chop shit! But then—bam—those hands start movin’. Slow. Too slow. Like, “Did ya forget the rhythm?” But it works. Damn, it works. Little known fact: Ancient Greeks did this crap. Called it “anatripsis.” Rubbin’ for health—or somethin’ else. Everybody lies, tho—prolly wasn’t *just* health.