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About Gomel

“Everything’s falling apart!”— aye, that’s the vibe when thou ghosts someone after a shag. Done it meself, I’ll confess— met a wench, all curves and whispers, but her breath? A dragon’s arse! Fled like a thief in the night, no text back. Made me mad as a poked bear— why can’t folk brush their teeth afore a romp? But then, joy— found a lass who cooked bacon post-coitus. Bacon! I’d wed her, but she swiped me off faster than a fly from mead.

Now, lemme spill secrets – my home turf’s in the back alleys of Old Town. Those alleys are edgy, filled with vintage graffiti and burnt-out neon lights. They scream stories, much like my soul after a marathon massage session. Expect a few bumps, some mad folks yellin’ but it’s all heart, y’know? I had one session where a client cried mid-massage, and I was like “Brokeback vibes, man… I feel you!” Crazy moments, bruv.