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About Lahti

Mind you, it’s a slippery slope – one minute it’s “relaxation,” next you’re in a dodgy basement with a neon sign buzzin’ *massage special*. Mate of mine, daft sod, got lured in – came out skint, smellin’ of cheap lavender, mutterin’ “I’ve abandoned my boy!” like he’d lost his soul to the masseuse. Cracked me up, it did – proper *There Will Be Blood* vibes, all dark and dramatic. Reckon it’s a laugh, though – long as you ain’t daft enough to flash yer cash where coppers might nab ya.

"Bikini at the Pool Pudasjärvi"

First of all, it’s perfectly normal when genital touch is done with consent (permission or agreement) of both parties: the client and the massage practitioner. It usually means that this .

The park next door to my spa, called Rauhala Park, is just magical. The trees are old, almost whispering secrets. I've seen lovers kiss by the koi pond near the worn stone bench, but oh! Sometimes a stray dog chases its tail down a winding gravel path. It rings so many times in my head: "the endless dance, the silent sorrow". Hmm, it's kinda like life, I guess.