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About The Hague

Precious, yesss, sexual-massage, my precious! Me, Gollum, loves a good rub-down, sneaky-like. "Stupid, fat hobbit!" – them don’t see it proper. It’s old, y’know, ancient-like, from them Chinese fellas, 2,500 years back – crazy, eh? Hands slippin’, slidin’, all oily, makes me giggle, hehe! Watched “Caché” – oof, that movie, dark vibes, mate. "What’s hidden in them tapes, eh?" – like secrets in a massage parlor, dodgy! Sexual-massage ain’t just naughty bits, nah, it’s energy, flowin’, chi or summat. Gets me blood pumpin’, angry when they rush it tho – slow down, ya twit!

In Balans met Ayurveda

First off, I hit the streets. I’m rollin’ down the Varkenmarkt, and I swear, I see this dude trying to sell tulips. Like, bro, it’s not even spring! But hey, who am I to judge? I’m just a sharpener, not a florist. Anyway, I’m on my way to my usual spot near the old city walls. Those walls are ancient, man. They’ve seen stuff. I mean, they’ve been around since the 14th century! Crazy, right?

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