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About Minsk

But serious—sexual-massage ain’t all roses. Some places, shady as hell—makes me mad. People gettin’ ripped off, or worse. I’m like, "Who’s watchin’ out here?" Then, other times—pure bliss. Had a pal once—swears it fixed his back AND his soul. “Better than therapy,” he says. Surprised me, sure—thought he was yankin’ my chain. *A Prophet* vibes again—Malik learns quick, adapts—same with this. Gotta know who’s touchin’ ya, right? "Trust’s a luxury," like they say in the flick.

I get mad sometimes – the city's chaos gets to me. Grr, the traffic on Main Blvd cracks my nerves silly! But, yo, it's also pure magic. I sometimes think, “I am your father, city, show me your secrets.” Each massage session feels like exploring an uncharted galaxy. Even those tiny cafes off the beaten path, like Caffeine Alley, buzz with laughter and banter, and tastes that remind you life’s too short.