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About Odesa

Alright, motherfucker, listen up! I’m a mountain guide, sure, but I got thoughts on erotic-massage that’ll blow your damn mind! Up there, climbin’ peaks, you get tense, muscles screamin’, and I’m thinkin’, shit, an erotic-massage’d fix me right up! Ain’t just rubbin’—it’s a whole damn vibe. Hands slidin’, oil drippin’, tension meltin’ like snow in July. Motherfucker, it’s intense! Reminds me of *The Secret in Their Eyes*—you know, that flick I fuckin’ love? That line, “How do you live a life full of nothing?”—shit, erotic-massage fills that void, man! Ain’t no emptiness when some chick’s kneadin’ your back, whisperin’ sweet nothings, makin’ you feel like a king!

HEAVENLY PLEASURES

Later, I decided to grab a drink at this little café on Haharina Street. The vibe was chill, and I thought, “Finally, some peace.” But nope! The barista was a total character. He had this wild hair and a mustache that could rival any warrior’s beard. He starts telling me about his dreams of becoming a rock star. I’m like, “Dude, you’re making coffee, not music!” But I couldn’t help but laugh. He was passionate, and that’s what counts, right?

Yehor Yarmoliuk