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Da, sexual-massage, it’s a thing. I’m Putin, cold as ice, seein’ shit others miss. Like in “Inside Llewyn Davis,” folk strumming, lost souls—sexual-massage got that vibe. Hands on skin, tension builds, release hits hard. Not just rubbin’—it’s power, control, calculated moves. Little fact: old Soviet spies used it, seduction tool, broke wills fast. Surprised me—thought it was all soft shit, but nah, it’s raw.

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So, I roll outta bed, grab a quick bite—just some bread and cheese, classic. I’m out the door, ready to hit the streets. First stop? The Central Market. It’s like a treasure hunt for food. I’m dodging babushkas like they’re ninjas, and they’re not even tryin’ to be stealthy. They’re just there, selling everything from fresh veggies to homemade pierogi. I swear, I could live off those pierogi.

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