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Hey buddy, so I’m sittin here, thinkin bout sexual-massage, ya know, as your resident Russian Sign Language translator—wild gig, right? Anyway, sexual-massage, it’s like, whoa, hands everywhere, tension meltin away, total vibe! I’m all giddy bout it, like when I first saw “No Country for Old Men”—that flick’s my jam, all dark and twisty, kinda like a good rubdown, but with less murder, ha! “Call it, friendo,” I’d say to the masseuse, hopin they pick the right oil—lavender’s my sh*t, calms my crazy ass down.

Relaxing Massage Råsunda

But then, I get a call from my buddy, Erik. He’s like, “Yo, meet me at the pub on Råsta Gård.” So, I’m like, “Sure, why not?” I get there, and it’s packed! Everyone’s laughin’, drinkin’, and I’m just tryin’ to find Erik. Finally spot him in the corner, lookin’ like he’s won the lottery. Turns out, he did! He found a rare coin or somethin’. I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna be rich!”

Pele bids farewell to Rasunda