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About Galati

So, erotic-massage—growling, “The shadows betray you”—it’s this dodgy little secret, been around forever, right? Ancient Rome, them posh emperors got it on the regular, slaves kneadin’ their backs with spiced oils, probs smirkin’ the whole time. Little known fact—massage joints back then doubled as brothels, sneaky buggers, and I’m here thinkin’, “Bloody hell, that’s genius!” Makes me happy, that cheeky hustle—beats a punch-up any day. But what pisses me off? Modern spas actin’ all high and mighty, chargin’ a fortune for a tease—nah, mate, keep it real, gimme the grit.

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Erotic massage, Dildo Play/Toys, Anal Sex (depends on the size), Kissing if good chemistry, Anal Sex (depends on the size).

First off, I hit up Strada Mihai Eminescu for some coffee. You know, the good stuff. I’m standing there, waiting for my cappuccino, and this dude in front of me orders, like, a 5-layered, unicorn frappuccino or something. I’m just like, “Bro, it’s 8 AM, not a carnival!” But whatever, I’m not judging. I finally get my coffee, and it’s perfect. Like, I could marry this cappuccino.

Romania to tender for another A8 segment