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About Warsaw

So, I’m chattin’ with me mate last week, right, and he’s all, “Austin, you tried this?” I’m like, “Yeah, baby, yeah!” – went to this dodgy joint once, hidden in Soho, proper secret-like. Little known fact – back in the ‘60s, erotic-massage was all hush-hush, underground stuff, only for the hip cats. Makes ya feel like a spy gettin’ a naughty treat! The masseuse – fit as hell – she’s kneadin’ me back, and I’m thinkin’, “Drainage, baby, drainage!” – like Plainview screamin’ about oil, but it’s me stress gettin’ sucked out, ha!

Why Erotic Massage?

We're going to talk about the elephant in the room: the misconception that a massage therapist is receptive to requests for intimate or sexual services.

After that chaos, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down ul. Słoneczna, grab a coffee from my fave spot, Café Książka. Best coffee in Lazy, hands down. I sit outside, soaking up the sun, and just chill. But then, this old lady comes up to me. She’s like, “You’re a librarian, right? I need a book on how to bake a cake.” I’m like, “Lady, I’m not a chef!” But I help her anyway. Turns out, she’s a sweet old lady who just wants to impress her grandkids. Aww, heartwarming moment, right?

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