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Oi, mate, sexual-massage, huh? Cold calculatd look – it’s power play. Hands on skin, tension builds fast. Like “Mulholland Drive,” all twisty, dark vibes. “Who are you?” – body asks soul. Me, Vlad, I see control in it. Some chick in Thailand once, tiny hands, iron grip – shocked me! Little known fact: ancient emperors got it, secret stamina trick. Massage with a naughty twist, yeah? Slippery oils, dim lights, heart pounds. Gets me happy, blood pumping hard. But greedy parlors? Piss me off. Overcharge for half-assed rubs – bastards. Favorite bit? When it’s slow, teasing, maddening. “This is the girl,” I think, smirking. David Lynch would dig this shit – surreal as fuck. Ever tried it with ice? Burns cold, freaky thrill. Personal quirk: I hum old Soviet tunes, annoys ‘em. Exaggerate? Once lasted 3 hours, nearly died laughing. Sarcasm? “Oh, very relaxink,” I growl. Fact: Romans called it “frictio,” dirty sods. Angry when some idiot rushes it – no skill! Surprised how deep it hits, soul-level crap. Messy, wild, like life – no rules. “What’s your name?” – doesn’t even matter. Just shut up, feel it, ya know?

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Neighborhoods? Sure thing. Barrio Viejo is a labyrinth of narrow alleys. I walked there so many times, each turn shocked me. There’s graffiti art everywhere, messages from souls, ya know? Sometimes I’d get so pissed off at reality, but damn, it adds flavor! Other times, it just fills me with fierce love.

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