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The hands, Clarice… they glide, they press, they *know*. Like Béla Tarr’s long-ass shots, it drags on, builds somethin heavy. “What’s concealed is revealed,” like the movie says—every knot in my back? Gone. Every dirty thought? Amplified, ha! I’m lyin there, half-naked, oil drippin, and it’s funny—ya feel like a king and a perv at the same time. Pro tip: don’t go to them sketchy joints—neon signs screamin “massage”? Bullshit, that’s a trap. Find a real pro, someone who ain’t rushin ya out the door.

Common Erotic Massage Etiquette Mistakes

Massage therapists: have you ever had someone try to ask for a happy ending or was extremely inappropriate during a massage? If so, what did you do?

After that drama, I head to the market on Marktstraat. I’m lookin’ for some accessories to spice up my next client’s look. The vibe is chill, but the prices? Not so much. I see this cute necklace, but it’s like 50 euros. I’m like, “Nah, I can’t pay that much for a piece of metal.” So, I haggle like a pro. “How about 30?” The vendor rolls his eyes, but I’m persistent. We settle at 40. Win!

Ask-an-Advisor: Should I Prepare for a Possible Slowdown? How Do I Even Begin?