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Best part? The oils—smell like hippie heaven. Worst part? When they whisper, “Turn over,” and I’m like, “Oh God, now what?!” Surprised me how quick I bolted after—didn’t even say bye! Total Larry move. Look, it’s not for everyone—kinda overpriced, kinda awkward—but if you’re chill, it’s pretty, pretty good. Just don’t tell my mom I said that—she’d lose it! “Sexual-massage, Lawrence?!” Yeah, yeah, I’m a degenerate, whatever. Try it, don’t try it—I’m not your boss!

You’re Temporarily Blocked

So, I decide to take a breather. I step outside, and I’m walking down the street, you know, just trying to clear my head. I pass by the local bakery on Ulica 1. OMG, the smell of fresh bread! I can’t resist. I grab a pastry, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. Sweet, flaky goodness. For a sec, I forget about the chaos.