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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! Erotic-massage—where do I even start? It’s like, hands slidin’ everywhere, oil drippin’, tension meltin’—bam! Judge Judy here, and I ain’t got time for nonsense. Don’t pee on my leg and call it a spa day, okay? I’m talkin’ real deal—erotic-massage ain’t just some rubdown. It’s art, like Wes Anderson frammin’ up “The Grand Budapest Hotel.” Picture this: soft lights, scented candles, some dame or dude workin’ magic on your back. “Very good, Monsieur Gustave,” I’d say, if it’s done right.

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Pga alla oseriösa människor som tror att det är gratis att resa runt så tar jag nu en paus från mitt resande! Vissa ställen kommer jag ändå besöka så vill man ses då så krävs förbokningar .

But then, I got a call. My sister’s car broke down on Ulica Mladosti. Of course, I had to go rescue her. I raced over, and when I got there, she was just sittin’ there, lookin’ all helpless. I couldn’t help but tease her. “What’s wrong, princess? Can’t drive?” She rolled her eyes, but I could see she was relieved.

Remembering the life of Josip Lorkovich