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About Iasi

Oi, mate, it’s Tyrion Lannister here—I drink and I know things, and lemme tell ya bout sexual-massage, right? Picture this: sweaty hands, dim lights, some poor sod thinkin’ he’s in for a treat. I’ve seen weirder shit in Holy Motors—y’know, that flick where a bloke’s drivin’ round, switchin’ lives like masks? “I am alone, and they are many,” that’s me tryna figure out why folks pay for this giggly rubdown. Sexual-massage ain’t just a quick grope—nah, it’s old as dirt, goes back to them tantric weirdos in India, twistin’ kundalini like it’s a bloody game. Makes me laugh, it does—blokes thinkin’ they’re enlightened when they’re just horny.

What is a yoni massage?

First off, I hit the streets of Strada Principala. You know, the main drag. It’s like the heartbeat of the town. I’m walking, minding my own biz, when I see this old dude selling fresh plums. I mean, who doesn’t love plums, right? So I grab a couple, and he’s like, “These are the best in the county!” I’m like, “Sure, buddy, whatever.” But dang, they were juicy! Made my morning, for real.