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Surprised me once, tho—this chick in Amsterdam, she used warm stones, had me trippin’ like, “What the fuck?!” Thought she was gonna cook me, but nah, it was dope, loosened me up real quick. Fo’ shizzle, I was melted, couldn’t even move, just laid there gigglin’ like a fool. Pro tip—tell ‘em to focus on them thighs, that’s where the magic hides, trust ya boy.

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Now, real talk, the neighborhood of Belle Vue is my favorite. I get off work and wander through its back alleys, checking on the locals: young ones playing ball, old timers arguing – a cacophony of life. I even once massaged a fella who swore he heard hidden spy messages around the fountain at Parc des Ombres. Yeah, that place? Freaky at night; lights flicker like secret codes being sent. Reminds me of that movie quote: “We all have our secrets.” Heh.

Official statement : Eirik Horneland, new coach of Les Verts.