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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, sexual-massage, huh? Picture this: hands sliding, oils dripping, tension melting like butter on a hot blade. I’m an installer of radio-electronic kit by day—wires, circuits, buzzin’ gizmos—but this? This is art, pure and filthy. Watched “Caché” again last night—Haneke’s a twisted bastard, ain’t he? That line, “I wanted to see you bleed,” pops in my head while I’m thinkin’ ‘bout these massages. Not literal blood, mind—more like that raw, hidden thrill squirmin’ out.

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Next, I get a call from a frantic lady on ul. Polna. Her rabbit, Fluffy, is acting weird. I rush over, and this rabbit is just sitting there, looking like it’s plotting world domination. Turns out, Fluffy just needed a little more hay. I mean, who knew rabbits could be so dramatic? I’m like, “Lady, your rabbit is fine. Just feed it!” She looks at me like I just solved a Rubik’s cube.

Christian ARTworks: St. Michael the Archangel (Diocese of Łomża)