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Oh, and the oils—slippery as hell, smells like heaven. One time, this chick used somethin’ that made me smell like a damn lavender field. Laughed my ass off, thinkin’, “Man, I’m a snack now!” Total *Inherent Vice* moment—“This is a sign, man!”—like the universe was prankin’ me. But damn, it felt good, real good. Hands dancin’ all over, teasin’, not too crazy but juuuust enough. You get me?

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I'm a bit of a word nerd with a slightly twisted sense of humor. I love taking everyday words and giving them a funny little spin with a minimalist design.

I had a meeting at a café on Komsomolska. Cute little spot, but the coffee? Ugh, it was like they brewed it with a sock. I’m sippin’ this bitter mess, and I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” But hey, at least the view of the park was nice. Kids were playing, and I thought, “Man, I wish I could be that carefree.”

Inside Russian torture chambers: electroshocks, asphyxiation and blows against the wall