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Alright, listen up. Sexual-massage. I hate everything. Some oily hands rubbin’ ya down—sounds like a damn trap. Like in *Oldboy*, “Laugh and the world laughs with you.” But ain’t nobody laughin’ when you’re slippery as a fish. Paid a gal once—tiny shop, shady neon sign buzzin’. She’s kneadin’ me like dough, I’m thinkin’, “This is bullshit.” Tension’s supposed to melt, right? Nope. Felt like a wrestling match—her vs. my knotted-up back. Little known fact: Ancient Greeks did this crap too. Called it “massage with benefits.” Horny bastards.

Regular Massages

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 .

Next stop, the job site. I’m blasting away at some old concrete on ul. Słowiańska. Dust everywhere, like a freakin’ sandstorm. I’m in my zone, right? Then, outta nowhere, this pigeon decides to dive-bomb me. I swear, it was like a scene from a bad action movie. I duck, and the blasted bird just flies off, leaving me covered in dust and a bit of bird droppings. Great start, huh?

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