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About Kryvyi Rih

Hmm, sexual-massage, you ask? Wise, I am, like Yoda—fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering, yes? This stuff, it’s tricky, my friend! I dive deep, thinkin’ about it—like WALL-E diggin’ through trash, lookin’ for somethin’ precious. Sexual-massage ain’t just rubbin’ and tuggin’, nah, it’s old as dirt—ancient Egypt had it, hieroglyphs showin’ priests gettin’ freaky with oils. Surprised me, that did! Thought it was all pyramids and mummies, but nope—happy endings back then too!

How long the massage will go for?

First off, I spill coffee all over the counter. Like, seriously? I’m a barista, not a coffee fountain! My boss, Oleg, just shakes his head. He’s this grumpy dude, but deep down, I know he cares. He’s like, “You gotta get it together, man.” Yeah, thanks for the pep talk, Oleg.

“I go to “Fury”, because this is what my conscience and soul are striving for,” — doctor from Chernihiv region Yulia Kononenko