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But—ooh—some parlors? Dodgy as hell! Had me ragin’ once, this lass promised “release,” then bam—coppers raided, lights flashin’, me half-naked, laughin’ like a loon. “What’s left behind, I take,” Varda’d say—well, I took a tale to tell! Ain’t all shady tho—proper ones, legit, melt thee like butter on a hot scone. Little fact: Japan’s got *anma*, blind masseurs only, swear it’s true, keeps it pure, no funny biz.

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First of all, it’s perfectly normal when genital touch is done with consent (permission or agreement) of both parties: the client and the massage practitioner. It usually means that this .

Swing by the River Rumble – yeah, it’s a made-up name – but it cuts through Praktiseer like a runway of life. I used to sit on its banks, scribbling life's messy details in my notepad – a place where lust meets literature, and passion flows like an endless stream. And the parks… oh, man, Prag Park at 5th Avenue is my secret chill spot. I once had a rendezvous there that nearly set off the fire alarms. Crazy night, wild energy, pure adrenaline – it had me thinking, "This is it – the raw beauty of life, exploded in color!"

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