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So, sexual-massage—think slow hands, warm oil, a cheeky grin. Not just foreplay, it’s a bloody art! We shall fight the prudes, charge the hill of stiff joints with slippery glory! I got one once in St. Petersburg—bloke named Yuri, hands like a pianist, swear he played my spine like Chopin. Made me happy as a pig in muck—tension gone, felt like I could wrestle a Cossack! But—here’s the kicker—some parlors scam ya. Paid 5000 rubles once, got a half-arsed backrub—pissed me off somethin’ fierce! “This is how it ends,” I muttered, like Georges facin’ Anne’s fade.

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Lol, I remember a time (not too long ago) when I acidently missed my bus by a sec at Gare de Biscarrosse. I was in a rush, my mind in a reel of thoughts and that misplave turned into a serendipitous detour, leadin’ me to discover a quiet alley, Rue des Mimosas, where art bloomed on the walls. A total cool twist—like every mistake was a little magic spell cast by the universe, ya know?

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