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Oi, you donkey! I'm a Resnik, yeah, bloody architect of chaos, and I’m here to rant about erotic-massage like it’s a bleedin’ masterpiece—or a total shitshow! Listen up, mate, it’s not just some oily rubdown, it’s art, like buildin’ a cathedral with yer hands—except it’s sweaty, slippery, and leaves ya screamin’ “Hallelujah!” or “What the fuck?!” depending on the twat givin’ it. I’m Gordon fuckin’ Ramsay, so expect me to yell—idiot sandwich!—at the clowns who think it’s just foreplay with extra steps. Nah, it’s deeper, you muppet!

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This place is very recomended, if you want to go to a professional spa and massage ini Manado (I mean No Sex included), I definitely say this.

So, I duck into a café on Jalan Pahlawan. I’m trying to dry off, and I order a kopi Manado. It’s strong, like, “Wake up, sleepyhead!” I’m sipping it, and this guy next to me starts chatting. Turns out, he’s a local fisherman. He tells me about the best spots to catch tuna. I’m like, “Dude, I’m a Program Director, not a fisherman!” But I’m intrigued.

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