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So, dis one time, I hear bout dese massage joints in old Russia—back when babushkas whispered bout “special hands.” Not yer average back-crackin’, nah, dese girls knew tricks, like secret Soviet codes! Rubbin’ ya down til ya forget yer name. Little known fact—dey used weird oils, smelt like burnt vodka and pine. Swear, one sniff, ya seein’ stars, like I did when Lucy dragged me to one. Made me happy as hell—muscles loose, brain floatin’. But den, some shady dude botched it—too rough, like he’s kneadin’ dough for borscht! Pissed me off, wanted to yeet him out da window.

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First off, I’m rollin’ down ul. Słowiańska, and I’m already feelin’ the city vibes. Cars everywhere, people rushin’ like they’re late for a meeting with the Queen or somethin’. I’m just tryin’ to find a parking spot. Spoiler alert: I didn’t. I circled around like a lost puppy for 20 minutes. Seriously, Leszno, get it together!

FIG. 9. Hellberg in the engine room. Photo: Lennart Bornmalm