Aria Tismana Sexual Massage ❤️

About Bucharest

So, I stumble ‘cross this tale, right? Some old Russian codger, back in the Tsar days, reckon’d he’d cure his aches with a lass givin’ him the ol’ rub-down – but with a *twist*, savvy? Word is, he paid in gold coins, an’ the church got all pissy ‘bout it. Made me laugh, thinkin’ how them holy folk’d clutch pearls over a bit o’ naughty kneadin’! Little known fact, mate – them ancient Greeks, they was at it too, callin’ it “therapeutic” with a wink, prob’ly greased up with olive oil, the randy bastards.

WER BIN ICH?

After that, I needed a pick-me-up. Coffee time! Hit up this cute little café on Strada Principală. The barista, a total legend, makes the best cappuccino. I’m sipping it, feeling all fancy, when suddenly, this guy bursts in, yelling about some local football match. Apparently, Tismana’s team is in the finals! I’m like, “Dude, chill!” But the energy was infectious. I ended up cheering with him. Go, Tismana! ⚽️

Nun who served as abbess of Romanian Tismana Monastery for more than 50 years reposes in the Lord