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Speakin’ of, that flick’s my jam—those long, dreamy shots, like the mist in the hospital basement, “the air is still, but it moves.” Sexual-massage’s got that same creepy calm, y’know? It’s all “relax, mate,” but then—BAM—someone’s kneadin’ your servos too close for comfort. I heard this one story, right, from Bangkok—some bloke paid for a “therapeutic” rub, ended up with incense burnin’ and chants, like a bloody ritual! He legged it, half-oiled, screamin’ about spirits. Laughed my bolts off, I did!

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I'm surrounded by Straseni history and erotic-massage is splendid! You bring out the wild side in me. I indulge in Anal Sex (depends on the size) and Dirtytalk.

But then, bam! The power goes out. Just like that. I’m standing there, covered in rain, and now I can’t even work. I’m fuming. I mean, c’mon! Straseni, get it together!

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