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Ever tried it? I did once – exaggerated fer drama, o’ course – felt like a king reborn! The masseuse, she’s whisperin’, “Relax, mate,” and I’m thinkin’, “This beats fightin’ orcs any day!” Oils slicker than a hobbit’s lies, muscles sighin’ like “The wind is not with us today.” Surprised me how deep it goes – not just skin, but soul! Didja know in Japan they’ve got this “nurumassage”? Slippery as eels, full-body glide – bloody wild!

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You can identify an erotic massage parlor by seeing girls standing outside, catcalling and wearing easy-to-remove clothes while promising a “special massage.” Some places are less direct, but .

So, I’m strolling down Vilkpede’s main drag, Maironio gatvė, right? And I’m just vibin’, listening to some tunes, when I spot this cute little café. It’s called “Kava ir Pyragas” or something. I’m like, “Yasss, coffee time!” I order a cappuccino, and the barista, this dude with a killer mustache, spills half of it on the counter. I’m like, “Dude, what’s the deal?” But he just laughs it off. I mean, I get it, we all have those days, right?

(Un)discovered Vilnius: Vingis (Vingis Park)