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And the movie, man, “The New World,” that line, “Who are you who loves?” keeps haunting me. In sexual-massage, it’s the same vibe, right? You’re vulnerable, exposed, and someone’s touching you in ways that aren’t just, like, “Hey, your shoulders are tight.” It’s intimate, too intimate sometimes! I mean, I once heard a story—true story!—about a guy in Thailand who went for a “special massage” and ended up with a happy ending he didn’t even ask for. He was so shocked he tipped extra out of guilt! What is wrong with people? That makes me angry, like, c’mon, have some boundaries!

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Gjennom mye livserfaring og studier så er det dette jeg alltid har brent for: å hjelpe andre å bli en sunnere, sterkere og gladere versjon av seg selv.

First off, I hit the streets of Bronnoysund, right? I’m cruisin’ down Strandgata, feelin’ the vibe. The sun’s out, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be lit!” But then, bam! I step in a puddle. Not just any puddle, but the biggest one ever. My shoes? Soaked. I’m talkin’ squishy socks, the whole deal. Ugh!

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