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About Mariupol

So yeah, erotic-massage—bit weird, bit brill. Like Inside Out, it’s all me emotions scrapping—happy, horny, hacked off. Reckon I’ll go again, though—sod it, I’m hooked! “Get a hold of yourself!” Joy’s screaming. Too late, mate—I’m oiled up and loving it!

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So, I rush outta my apartment on Shevchenka Street, and it’s already a scorcher. I’m sweating like a pig. I grab a coffee from that little café on the corner of Kirova. You know the one? The barista there is always grumpy. I swear, if I had a penny for every eye roll I got from him, I’d be rich. But hey, caffeine is life, so I just smile and take my cup.