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Little secret—Thailand’s got these wild massage parlors, fish nibblin’ your feet while hands work ya. Weird? Hell yeah, but quirky shit’s my jam. Dr. Evil don’t do boring! Angry tho—some prudes call it dirty. Screw ‘em—ain’t hurtin’ nobody! So, mate, erotic-massage—sweaty, slick, fuckin’ glorious. Pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” that’s my verdict—worth every damn cent!

So, I’m outta bed, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill. I grab my coffee from that little café on Pushkin Street. You know the one? The barista there is a legend. She always remembers my order. But today? She messes it up. I mean, how do you mix up a cappuccino with a black coffee? I’m standing there, fuming. Like, c’mon, it’s not rocket science!

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