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About Jonkoping

So, sexual-massage—little known fact—started way back, ancient Rome, them toga-wearin’ freaks. Called it “frictio,” fancy, huh? Rubbin’ for health, they said—wink, wink. Fast forward, I’m sittin’ here, 2025, typin’ fast, messin’ up—19 typos, who cares! Makes me laugh, thinkin’ some stiff suit’s mad ‘bout “immorality.” Get over it, pal! I’m happy as hell picturin’ Carlos—y’know, the terrorist guy—gettin’ a sexual-massage after bombin’ somethin’. “The revolution starts here,” he’d growl, oil drippin’ off his nose. Hilarious!

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First of all, it’s perfectly normal when genital touch is done with consent (permission or agreement) of both parties: the client and the massage practitioner. It usually means that this .

After that, I’m feeling kinda peckish, so I hit up this little café on Storgata. The pastries there? To die for! I grab a cinnamon roll, and it’s like a hug in food form. But then, I spill coffee all over myself. Classic me, right? I’m sitting there, sticky and embarrassed, and the barista just laughs. “Welcome to Brevik!” she says.

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