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Me, I’m pissed—people think it’s just sleaze. Nyet, it’s art, precision, like a sniper shot. Hands hit the right spot, boom, stress gone. Happy? Da, when it’s done right—slow, firm, not some rushed rubdown. Surprised me once, this tiny babushka in Vladivostok, hands like steel, kneading knots out, erotic but classy, left me speechless. “Nature’s got no bad weather,” she said, smirking—Spike Lee line fits, nyet?

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Ah, my friend, so you wanna hear about Hornu (be), eh? Listen up, I am your father. Let me take ya on a tour, slow and deep, just like the ominous bass of a dark symphony. This city... oh, this city is a treasure trove of secrets and stories.

Pierre Charpin's purist 'Ignotus Nomen' collection takes a philosophical bent