Isabelle Gorzow Wielkopolski Erotic Massage ❤️

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Me? I’d say it’s a damn art. Takes skill—those masseuses, they’re workin’ class heroes, kneadin’ out knots like they’re fightin’ the 1%. I tried it once—yep, ol’ Bernie!—and lemme tell ya, I was floatin’, happier than a kid with free healthcare. The oil smelled like lavender, hands slid like they knew me, and I’m thinkin’, “This beats yellin’ at Congress any day!” But here’s a kicker: some spots use “hot stones”—little known fact—they heat ‘em up, plop ‘em on ya, and it’s like your spine’s meltin’ into peace. Surprised me, honestly—thought it’d burn, but nah, pure bliss.

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I woke up, sun shining through my window on ul. Chrobrego. Thought, “Hey, today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t. I grabbed my coffee from that little café on ul. Sikorskiego. You know the one? The barista always messes up my order. I asked for a cappuccino, got a black coffee. Ugh! I mean, c’mon! I’m not a monster.

[EN/PL] 'Primary Swarm' by Agnieszka Mastalerz & Michał Szaranowicz at MOS Gorzów Wielkopolski