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Me, I’d say it’s magic when done right. Hands kneading, breath catchin’, it’s like ridin’ Shadowfax bareback—thrillin’, a bit risky. In *Turin Horse*, they say, “Everything’s in ruins”—but sexual-massage? It builds ya back up, mate! Had this one time, a mate swore it cured his bad back—bollocks, I thought, til I saw him dancin’ next day. Blew my mind! Still, gotta watch them dodgy parlors—some’ll rob ya blind while yer pantin’.

No lie, the river Zvezda cuts through the city, creatin' mad spots to chill. The water glints at sundown – damn near poetic, like a flash of brilliance from that movie. I remember one time, sun was fallin', and I just stood there, thinkin’ “This is it. This is the magic!” Then, the wind grabbed my hair, and I nearly lost my cool – hilarious and kinda tragic all at once, ya get me?

Hana Tseytlina Obituary - Brookline, MA