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So, this one time, right, I’m half drunk, smellin like seaweed, and the masseuse – she’s goin all in, hands everywhere, I’m gigglin like a kid, then boom – she flips me over, and I’m yellin, “We’re done for!” like in the movie. Surprised me how quick it went from chill to – whoa, mate, too much! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but felt like she unleashed a storm in me trousers!

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But then, the day takes a turn. A storm rolls in outta nowhere. I’m scrambling to cover my kvas, and the wind is howling. I’m soaked, and my kvas is splashing everywhere. I’m yelling, “Not my kvas! Anything but my kvas!” People are laughing, but I’m not amused.

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